I fitted the words to it:"

'All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam,
Oh, brudders, how my heart grows weary . . .'

"The tune ceased. The only sound now came from a robin, hunting
about the turf and now and then breaking out into an impatient
twitter.

"The silence was broken at length by the footsteps of the mourners
returning. They went down the hill almost as decorously as they had
gone up. Flo stepped aside and came towards me.

"'Let me stay beside you for a bit. I can't go back there--yet.'

"This was all she said; and we stood there side by side for minutes.
Soon the tinkle of a banjo came up to us, and a pair of billiard
balls clicked; then a second banjo joined in; and gradually, as the
stream of citizens trickled back and spread, so like a stream the
sound of clicking billiard balls and tinkling banjoes trickled back
and spread along the main street of Eucalyptus City."

'Was it weary there,
In de wilderness? . . .'

"Flo looked at me and put out a hand; but drew it back before I could
take it. And so, without another word, she went down the hill."