"Now, then, sing us a little song instead of staring at me as if I were a giraffe.

Your little cook has a nice voice, Madame Gobillot.

Now, then, mein herr, give us a little German lied.

I will give you six kreutzers if you sing in tune, and a flogging if you grate upon my ears." He arose and put his album under his arm.
"And my portrait ?" exclaimed the young girl, whose cheek was still burning from the kiss she had just received.
The painter drew near her, smiling, and said in a mysterious tone: "When I make a portrait of a pretty person like you, I never finish it the first day.

If you will give me another sitting in the morning before your mother arises I promise to finish this sketch in a way that will not be displeasing to you." Mademoiselle Reine saw that her mother was watching her, and walked away with no reply save a glance which was not discouraging.
"Now, then! You droll little fellow!" exclaimed the artist, as he whirled on one foot; "triple time; one, two, begin." The child burst into an Alsatian song in a high, ringing voice.
"Wait a moment! What devilish key are you singing that in?
La, la, la, la; mi, in E major, key of four sharps.