He looked over
the pieces--the same ones that he and Alice had sung together years
ago.
"Let's have some music," said Hiram. "We haven't heard any singers,
except Dan, since you folks went away. Guess that pianner's out of
tune by this time."
It certainly was, but their hearts were in tune, and it mattered
little if some of the keys refused to move, or the sounds emitted
were more discordant than melodious.
"Is this Dan a good singer?" asked Quincy.
"Fine!" exclaimed Hiram. "He's great on Irish songs."
"They are always humourous or pathetic," remarked Alice. "Some of
them remind me of a person trying to laugh with a heart full of
sorrow, and their love songs are so sweet."
"Can't we have him in?" asked Maude.
"I'll go and see if he's come," said Mandy. "He often drops in and
helps Mrs. Crowley clear up after supper."
Maude laughed. "A sure sign he's in love. I hope I'll get such a
helpful husband."
"Your life will be on different lines," remarked Uncle Ike. "You will
not be obliged to do your own housework."
"I don't know about that. I've loafed all my life and I'd really like
to know what work is."
Mandy came back with smiling face. "Yes, he's there, and they're
putting the dishes in the closet. He's coming in, and, of course,
Mrs. Crowley will come too."
"While we are waiting, play something, Maude," said Quincy.
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