212 THE CHERRY-STONES.

had made, in getting up and packing.
their boxes; and he would, probably, have
slumbered on for some hours longer, had
not the chorus immediately under his
window, with which the boys were cele-
brating their approaching departure, dis-
turbed him. But the noise of five-and-
thirty treble voices, maintaining the most
noble independence of time and tune,
would have been too much for a narcotic
far more powerful than the one which
had been administered to Harry. His
drowsiness vanished in an instant, as the
well-known sounds of the breaking-up
song saluted his ears. He bounded out
of bed, and, flinging open the window,
‘joined most energetically in the last lines
of the chorus, concluding with three hear-
ty cheers, which afforded the most sat-
isfactory evidence that, whatever his ill-