"Don't you remember, that was one of the first pieces Reddy learned to play on the mandolin?
I haven't heard it in ages.

I'd love to hear Nora sing it again." "Yes, sing it, Nora." Grace added her plea.

"I don't believe I've ever heard it.

It will be very appropriate to the occasion." "Wait a minute until I think how it goes." Reddy began a reflective strumming, bringing back, bit by bit, a plaintive little air that carried a subdued heart throb.

"I've got it," he nodded.