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David and John had been driving for some time in silence. The elder man was apparently musing upon something which had been suggested to his mind. The horses slackened their gait to a walk as they began the ascent of a long hill. Presently the silence was broken by a sound which caused John to turn his head with a look of surprised amusement -- Mr. Harum was singing. The tune, if it could be so called, was scaleless, and these were the words:
"Monday mornin' I married me a wife, / Thinkin' to lead a more contented life; / Fiddlin' an' dancin' the' was played, / To see how unhappy poor I was made. / "Tuesday mornin', ‘bout break o' day, / While my head on the piller did lay, / She tuned up her clack, an' scolded more / Than I ever heard before. "