Well, here's the trouble.

It's nearly meeting-time, and what's a meeting without music?
You can sing--I'm sure you can.

I've heard you twice in the chapel.
Now, it isn't imposing on good-nature, is it, to ask you to come over and start the tunes for us to-night?
Come now, go with me.

It will be a great favor, and I'll get even with you before the summer is over." Madge hesitated a moment.

She had hoped for a chat with Graydon that evening, which might lead to a better understanding, and end their tendency to rather thorny badinage.