You really ought to go to bed.

Let's have something rousing, with a chorus, and then we'll say good-night." He took up his banjo again, and dashed without preliminary into the gay strains of "The Girl I Left Behind Me." He sang with a gaiety that even Nan did not imagine to be feigned, and, lest lack of response should again damp his spirits, she forced herself to join in the refrain.

Faster and faster went Jerry's fingers, faster and faster ran the song, his voice and Nan's mingling, till at last he broke off with a shout of laughter, and sprang to his feet.
"There! That's the end of our soiree, and I'm not going to keep you up a minute longer.

I wonder if we're snowed up yet.

We'll have some fun to-morrow, if we are.