I wonder if it seems to you Luriana, Lurilee

with the same sort of relief and pleasure that she had, as if this were, at last, the natural thing to say, this were their own voice speaking.

But the voice stopped. She looked round. She made herself get up. Augustus Carmichael had risen and, holding his table napkin so that it looked like a long white robe, he stood chanting:

To see the Kings go riding by

Over lawn and daisy lea

With their palm leaves and cedar sheaves,

Luriana, Lurilee,