Five o'clock robed down from the sun and plumped soundlessly into the sea. The goldencollar widened into a glittering island; and a faint breeze that had been playing with theedges of the awning and swaying one of the dangling blue slippers became suddenlyfreighted with song. It was a chorus of men in close harmony and in perfect rhythm to anaccompanying sound of oars dealing the blue writers. 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 chorustook up a second