48/78 He stepped closer and looked again. Then, with a twinkle in his quiet gray eye, he did a most amazing thing--he began to sing. To sing--not loudly, of course, but rather under his breath. And this is what he sang: "Said all the little fishes that swim there below: 'It's the Liverpool packet! Good Lord, let her go!'" To the average person this would have sounded like the wildest insanity. The captain sprang from the truck and held out his hand. |