ferent from what the brother, lover, and son said to the sister, sweetheart, and mother. It was the last sentence which bleeding hearts supply to lips at moments of farewell:
"Write to me."
And the supercilious little quickstep went on:
Yankee Doodle, Doodle do,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Stuck a feather in his Hat,
And called it macaroni.
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Stuck a feather in his Hat,
And called it macaroni.
