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II. Five o’clock rolled down from the sun and plumped soundlessly into the sea. The golden collar widened into a glittering island; and a faint breeze that had been playing with the edges of the awning and swaying one of the dangling blue slippers became suddenly freighted with song. It was a chorus of men in close harmony and in perfect rhythm to an accompanying sound of oars cleaving the blue waters. Ardita lifted her head and listened. “Carrots and peas, Beans on their knees, Pigs in the seas, Lucky fellows! Blow us a breeze, Blow us a breeze, Blow us a breeze, With your bellows.” Ardita’s brow wrinkled in astonishment. Sitting very still she listened eagerly as the chorus took up a second verse. “Onions and beans, Marshalls and Deans, Goldbergs and Greens And Costellos.
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