Miss Clara colored a little, with something of the same look which John had seen in her sister's face.
"We are going to have some music at the house to-night, and Mr.Lenox has kindly promised to sing for us," she replied.
"He has, has he ?" said David, full of interest.

"Wa'al, he's the feller c'n do it if anybody can.

We have singin' an' music up t' the house ev'ry Sunday night--me an' Polly an' him--an' it's fine.

Yes, ma'am, I don't know much about music myself, but I c'n beat time, an' he's got a stack o' music more'n a mile high, an' one o' the songs he sings 'll jest make the windows rattle.

That's my fav'rit," averred Mr.Harum.
"Do you remember the name of it ?" asked Miss Clara.
"No," he said; "John told me, an' I guess I'd know it if I heard it; but it's about a feller sittin' one day by the org'n an' not feelin' exac'ly right--kind o' tired an' out o' sorts an' not knowin' jest where he was drivin' at--jest joggin' 'long with a loose rein fer quite a piece, an' so on; an' then, by an' by, strikin' right into his gait an' goin' on stronger 'n stronger, an' fin'ly finishin' up with an A--men that carries him quarter way round the track 'fore he c'n pull up.