"What can I have done with that list of numbers?
We have to select our pieces most carefully," she confided to St.
George, "so to be sure that _Soul's Prison_ or _Hands Red as Crimson_, or, _Do You See the Hebrew Captive Kneeling ?_ or anything personal like that doesn't occur.

Now what can I have done with that list ?" Her words reached St.George but vaguely.

He was in a fever of anticipation and enthusiasm.

He turned quickly to Mrs.Manners.
"During the hymn," he said simply, "I would like to speak with one of the women.

Have I your permission ?" Mrs.Manners looked momentarily perplexed; but her eyes at that instant chancing upon her lost list of hymns, she let fall an abstracted assent and hurried to the waiting organist.