Miss Allison had parodied the words of the peanut song: Any fellow that has any _mea_-sles And giveth his neighbour none, He sha'n't have any of _my_ measles When his mea-_sles_ are gone.
Oh, that will be joyful, joyful, Oh, that will be joyful, when his mea-sles are gone.
Then they sang, "My love is like the red, red rose" and "Pop goes the weasel, the queen's got the measles." They were all silly little ditties, but the personal allusions made them interesting to the girls, and there was a storm of applause from the upper windows after each one.
Mrs.Sherman brought out cake and lemonade to the serenaders, and the girls hung out of the windows as far as they dared, to see what was going on below.
"If we only hadn't gone to that horrid old gypsy camp," lamented the Little Colonel, "we might be down there now, having a share of the good time.

What _are_ you all laughing at ?" she called.

"It is simply maddening to be up here and listen to you and not know." Malcolm leaned out of the carriage to sing, teasingly, "Thou art so near and yet so far," adding, "Never mind, Lloyd, we'll come again to-morrow, and bring a travelling show with us.

Look out for us early in the morning, before it begins to get hot." "What do you suppose those boys are going to do ?" asked Eugenia, as Lloyd drew in her head, and the carriage rolled off, the serenaders still singing.
"I haven't the faintest idea.

There's nothing to do but wait and see." Although the question was asked several times that evening before bedtime, and the girls amused themselves for a quarter of an hour guessing what kind of a travelling show was to be brought by for their entertainment, not one of them thought of it again next morning.