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remember the queer little tune." She thought for a moment, and then sang:
Little ship that sails the sea,
(Lull la lo!)
I have lit a lamp for thee,
(Lull la Io!)
A starry, silver, twilight spark,
A patient night-light in the dark,
For little ships that frighted be.
(Lull la lo!)
Little ship, now furl thy sail;
(Lull la lo!)
Thou shalt never fear the gale.
(Lull la lo!)
The old sea croons a cradle-song,
And Silver Shoal, the whole night long,
Watches till the dawn is pale.
(Lull la lo!)
“I loved it," said Garth; "I do love it now. Why did we forget about it?"
"And why don’t you sing always?" Joan demanded. "I never knew you did."
“I don’t," Elspeth protested. "That’s the one song I know, and I used to sing that only because my baby wanted me to." She rose and went to the window. "We’ve been so far in the past," she said, "that I’d forgotten about the storm. I see it is still with us.”