But he asked me nothing, and from talking of me--listen to this Father Karnis--and saying that the great Father in Heaven had granted me every good gift, he went on to speak of you as a wicked, perverse and reprobate old heathen." "I will teach him!" exclaimed Karnis shaking his fist.
"Nay, but listen," Dada went on.

"He praised you and mother for a great many things; but do you know what he says is wrong?
He says you will imperil my psyche--my soul, my immortal soul.

As if I had ever heard of any Psyche but the Psyche whom Eros loved!" "That is quite another thing," said Karnis very seriously.

"In many songs, you know, I have tried to make you uplift your soul to a higher flight.

You have learnt to sing, and there is no better school for a woman's soul than music and singing.