Oscar alone said not a word; he was transfixed with one thought, that had been suggested by the first words of this brief speech.

"Now that we have sung!" To be sure, it had not occurred to him that to have a Musical Festival successful, there ought to be some music.

But it was not too late yet to repair the oversight.
Controlling his mortification at his blunder, he sprang to the platform, and tried to call the attention of the noisy crowd.
"Here, fellows, listen to me! Be quiet! I want to tell you something important!" and as the noise began to subside, he shouted:-- "We must have some singing! Who of you can sing?
We'll find a song, and then learn it.

Who can sing ?" But no one came forward; no one could sing! Feklitus declared that there was no need of singing; a speech, a procession, a banner, a collation; why did they want anything else?
But Oscar was determined to have a song, and suddenly he thought of Fani.

Where was Fani?
He could sing, and should sing.