It was a good law and ensured the suppers being disposed of.

There was no dancing to-night, it being an understood thing that when Mrs.Upjohn was asked there should be none or she would not come; but there was music.

Bell Masters had a very nice contralto voice, and was always willing to sing, thus sure of securing one of Joppa's few young gentlemen to stand by and turn over her leaves; she thoughtfully took her music on that account, giving out that she could not play without notes.

Phebe had been doing her best all unconsciously to herself to help her hosts entertain, but when the singing began she stole away to the nearly empty piazza, and stood leaning by the window, enjoying the cool air and softly whistling an accompaniment to the song; and there Mr.Halloway found her.

She looked up at him and smiled as he joined her, but went on with her low, sweet whistling all the same.
"I like that better than the singing," he said, when at last it came to an end with the music.
"You ought not to, Mr.Halloway.