At this practical sign of his support, heaven heard the gratitude of the good fellows.

The drum awoke from its torpor, and summoned its brethren of the band to give their various versions of the National Anthem.
"Can't they be stopped ?" Emilia murmured, clenching her little hands.
The patriotic melody, delivered in sturdy democratic fashion, had to be endured.

It died hard, but did come to an end, piecemeal.

Tom Breeks then retired from the front, and became a unit once more.

There were flourishes that indicated a termination of the proceedings, when another fellow was propelled in advance, and he, shuffling and ducking his head, to the cries of "Out wi' it, Jim!" and, "Where's your stomach ?" came still further forward, and showed a most obsequious grin.
"Why, it's Jim!" exclaimed Emilia, on whom Jim's eyes were fastened.
Stepping nearer, she said, "Do you want to speak to me ?" Jim had this to say: which, divested of his petition for pardon on the strength of his perfect knowledge that he took a liberty, was, that the young lady had promised, while staying at Wilson's farm, that she would sing to the Club-fellows on the night of their feast.
"I towl'd 'em they'd have a rare treat, miss," mumbled Jim, "and they're all right mad for 't, that they be--bain't ye, boys ?" That they were! with not a few of the gesticulations of madness too.
Emilia said: "I promised I would sing to them.