"I'm afraid not: he's a hard man," said Joseph, as he rose and went
to get his cab out.

Diamond resumed his singing. For some time he carolled snatches
of everything or anything; but at last it settled down into something
like what follows. I cannot tell where or how he got it.


Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?