It would please her small child's vanity to show everybody that the great singer was willing to be seen walking up and down with her, although she was quite deaf, and could not hope ever to hear music.

It was her greatest delight to be treated before every one as if she were just like other girls, and her cleverness in watching the lips of the person with her, without seeming too intent, was wonderful.
They went the whole length of the promenade deck, as if they were reviewing the passengers, bundled and packed in their chairs, and the passengers looked at them both with so much interest that the child made Margaret come all the way back again.
'The sea has a voice, too, hasn't it ?' Ida asked, as they paused and looked over the rail.
She glanced up quickly for the answer, but Margaret did not find one at once.
'Because I've read poetry about the voices of the sea,' Ida explained.
'And in books they talk of the music of the waves, and then they say the sea roars, and thunders in a storm.

I can hear thunder, you know.
Did you know that I could hear thunder ?' Margaret smiled and looked interested.
'It bangs in the back of my head,' said the child gravely.

'But I should like to hear the sea thunder.

I often watch the waves on the beach, as if they were lips moving, and I try to understand what they say.