In a quiet country village stood a maple on the hill. Where I sat with my Geneva long ago. As the stars were shining brightly we could hear the whippoorwill. As we sat beneath the maple on the
(Bachman/Cummings). . Miss Fudge is only waiting for a man to come her way. She has been waiting 80 years for Mr. Maple but he doesn't know that she is waiting too. It's nothing new. . Mr
