32/46 "But sh--sh, he doesn't know it yet." "Nothing matters," said Miss Ford. "We are all going to America." And she continued her song, which was an extempore one about the sea. "But water won't put out that flame." The singers fell silent. Only the voice of the invisible Mayor could be heard, singing, "If those lips could only speak," in a loud tremulous voice, to the accompaniment of his own unseen stamping feet. |