But you must be quick.
Time and I won't wait a minute.

Remember, I'm going away to-morrow." "Good-bye," retorted Nora indifferently.

"I'll see you again some day." "'Forsaken, forsaken, forsaken am I,'" wailed Hippy, hopelessly out of tune.
"Now, see what you've done," commented David Nesbit disgustedly.
"I'm truly sorry," apologized Nora.

"Hippy, if you will stop singing, I'll forgive you and allow you to sit beside me." She patted the davenport invitingly.
"I thought you would," grinned Hippy, seating himself triumphantly beside her.

"I always gain my point by singing that song.