"You do sing beautifully.

And what a delightful old song! Where did you pick it up ?" "Eh, Master Austin," said Lubin, emerging from among the rhododendrons, "if I'd known you was a-listening I'd 'a faked up something from a French opera for you.

Why, that's an old song as I've known ever since I was that high--'Tom of Exeter' they calls it.

It's a rare favourite wi' the maids down in the parts I come from." "Shows their good taste," said Austin.

"It's awfully pretty.