Why Azalea did not
desert her accompaniment to press her hands over bursting ear drums I
cannot imagine, for it was with difficulty that I surrendered my own to
the shock. But Azalea played on to the end, and looked up into the
Cashier's flushed face at the last note with a smile of proprietary
triumph. Then she turned about to us.
"That fairly takes me off my feet!" cried the Philosopher. I groped
hurriedly for a compliment which would match the equivocal fervour of
this, but I could not equal it.
"How much you must enjoy singing together," I said, "when the babies are
awake,"--and felt annoyed that I could have said it, for I could really
not imagine the two voices together.
Azalea glowed. The Cashier grinned. He is as quick-witted as he is
good-humoured. "You're a clever pair," he chuckled.
"I've trained him myself," said Azalea. "When I knew him first he'd
never thought of singing. I only discovered his voice by accident. It
needs much more work with it, of course, but it's powerful, and it has a
quality that will improve with cultivation.
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