"She dotes on rural music." "Rubbish, aunt!" said Miss Lister, who had slipped into an empty chair near Myra.

"I agree with Miss Champion about 'services of song,' and I don't care for any music but the best." Jane turned to her quickly, with a cordial smile and her most friendly manner.

"Ah, but you must come," she said.

"We will be victimised together.

And perhaps Dal and Lawson will succeed in converting us to the cult of the 'service of song.' And anyway it will be amusing to have Dal explain it to us.