It wears on you so." Crailey laughed weakly.

"Do you think I could die peacefully without talking a great deal?
There's one thing I want, Tom.

I want to see all of them once more, all the old friends that are going down the river at noon.

What harm could it do?
I want them to come by here on their way to the boat, with the band and the new flag.

But I want the band to play cheerfully! Ask 'em to play 'Rosin the Bow,' will you?
I've never believed in mournfulness, and I don't want to see any of it now.