"And I got done." "Then you, Del.

Sing 'Flying Cloud' as you used to coming down the river." "Oh, 'e 'as!" said the Virgin.
"Then you sing.

I am sure you do." She smiled into the Virgin's eyes, and that lady delivered herself of a coster ballad with more art than she was aware.

The chill of Frona's advent was quickly dissipated, and song and toast and merriment went round again.

Nor was Frona above touching lips to the jelly glass in fellowship; and she contributed her quota by singing "Annie Laurie" and "Ben Bolt." Also, but privily, she watched the drink saturating the besotted souls of Cornell and the Virgin.