Chapter-7 Nightly the dark tree-lined streets resounded with dancing feet, and from parlors tinkled pianos where soprano voices blended with those of soldier guests in the pleasing melancholy of The Bugles Sang Truce and Your Letter Came, but Came Too Lat

Nightly the dark tree-lined streets resounded with dancing feet, and from parlors tinkled pianos where soprano voices blended with those of soldier guests in the pleasing melancholy of The Bugles Sang Truce and Your Letter Came, but Came Too Late��plaintive ballads that brought exciting tears to soft eyes which had never known the tears of real grief.