Yes, it was different enough from anything that had come before; her pure sweet tones touched the hearers profoundly; not a foot stirred.

At the second verse she had grown in confidence, and rose more boldly to the upper notes.

At the end she was singing her best--better than she had ever sung at home, better than she thought she could sing.

The applause that followed was tumultuous.

By this time much beer had been consumed; the audience was in a mood for enjoying good things.
'That's something like, old girl!' cried Totty, clapping her on the back.