Chapter 26 TO SING BEFORE THE QUEEN

"Sir Fly hangs dead on the window-pane;

The frost doth wind his shroud;

Through the halls of his little summer house

The north wind cries aloud.

We will bury his bones in the mouldy wall,

And mourn for the noble slain:

A southerly wind and a sunny sky--

Buzz! up he comes again!

Oh, Master Fly!"

Nick looked up from the mus