Was it you? Was it you? Was it you?]

On the following Sunday I returned and found her eager to see me, also
much improved in health. After our greeting she told me that she had
been trying to discover who I was, but that no one would inform her.
"Ain't they the limit?" was her smiling expression.

"You'll tell me, won't you? Say, who was that singing out in the big
dormitory a while ago?"

"Every one was singing, Lucy."

"Oh, yes, I know, but I mean some one sometimes alone and playing
something that sounds like a guitar-mandolin like we have at home?"

"Would you care to hear her?"

"Sure I would. Please go ask her to come in." Soon I returned with my
precious little instrument.

"Is that it? Wouldn't she come?"

"Of course she would. Listen. Lucy."


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Oh! those blessed tears she shed as she pillowed her head on my breast;
those blessed, blessed tears!