I perhaps don't need to tell you that I never made a speech in my life--so my friends say--but money is a loud talker; so, at the end of the season, we'll let money tell you how much we appreciate the good work you fellows have done." Henry, who sat blinking at Lieutenant Wingate, at this juncture rolled over, and, curling up, went to sleep.
"You see," cried Hippy.

"Even the bear goes to sleep when I talk." The men gave three cheers for Wingate & Gray, and three more for the Overland girls.

"Help us get these tables out of the way, you fellows.
We are going to have some music.

Speech making is ended." Nora Wingate was already conferring with the "fiddler." Then, as the tables were moved to one side, Nora launched into a lively song that she had sung to the doughboys in France, the fiddler accompanying her on his violin.

There were rough spots in the fiddling, but these Nora submerged in the great volume of her fine contralto voice.