At the words the flaming exhilaration of the man's face vanished and his eyes took on a poignant, distant look.
"That--oh, that!" he said, and with a little jerk of the head and a clenching of the hand he moved towards the street.
"Your hat!" she called after him, and ran inside the house.

An instant later she gave it to him.

Now his face was clear and his eyes smiled kindly at her.
"'Whereaway, hereaway' is a wonderful song," he said.

"We used to sing it when I was a boy--and after, and after.

It's an old song--old as the hills.