So gladly did he feel it, that as he strode through the garden, in the light of the shining, starry host, he broke out with, "Live your life merrily While the lamp glows; Ere it can fade and die, Gather the rose." For the tune was floating in his memory as he had heard it sung that morning by the fresh young voices, and out came the joyous notes under the peaceful heavens.
At the cottage window, Aunt Ninette stood looking out for her husband; and as she heard his voice singing this merry melody, it was with nothing short of amazement that she said to herself, "Can that be Uncle Titus ?".