The party halted in front of Professor Lee’s residence and sang: “Here’s to Sammy Lee, drink it down;” and as that tired but happy traveler laid his head on his pillow in his cherished home, there came softly, musically, gratefully to his ears, from some distant quarter of the campus, the old familiar good-night song: “Sweet dreams, Sammy, sweet dreams, Sammy, sweet dreams, Sammy, We’re going to leave you now. Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along, Merrily we roll along, O’er the deep blue sea.” Transcriber’s Notes: --Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). --Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected. --Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved. --Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Whispering Tongues, by Homer Greene