And in my heart I made a vow--it was a _solemn_ vow--that I would find the things that moved in the pictures.
"And there was music--such music as I had never heard before, even though it came out of a box.

They had the songs of the grand opera singers.

And as I listened--I tell you I was called!--I don't care how silly it sounds--I was called by the voices that had sung into that box.

For this was real--if the life hadn't been there it couldn't have been caught into the pictures and the box.

It proved--I thought--that all the lovely things I had dreamed were true.