You first, Hippy, because I want Nora to sing Tosti's 'Serenata,' and a comic song afterward will completely spoil the effect." Hippy sang two songs in his own inimitable fashion.

Then Nora's sweet, high soprano voice began the "Serenata" to the subdued tinkling accompaniment of Reddy's mandolin.

Two years in the conservatory had done much for Nora's voice, though its plaintive sweetness had been her natural heritage.

As they listened to the clear, rounded tones, with just a suspicion of sadness in them, the little company realized to a person that Nora's hopes of becoming known in the concert or grand opera world were quite likely to be fulfilled.
"How I wish Anne were here to-night," lamented Grace, after having vigorously applauded Nora's song.

"She loves to hear you sing, Nora." "I know it," sighed Nora.