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"Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home, / / 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay, / / The corn-top's ripe and the meadows are in bloom, / / And the birds make music all the day."
IT was Malcolm who started the old tune, thrumming a soft accompaniment / on his banjo, as he sat leaning against one of the great white pillars / of the vine-covered porch. Then Betty, swinging in a hammock with a new / _St. Nicholas_ in her lap, began to hum with him. Rob Moore, sitting on / the step below, took it up next, whistling it softly, but the Little / Colonel and Keith went on talking.