Usually he sang or whistled as he dressed himself, and this was so much a habit of his nature that it passed without notice in his household.

Once, indeed, his father had fretfully alluded to it, saying, "Singing out of time is always singing out of tune," and Mrs.Hatton had promptly answered, "Keep thyself to thyself, Stephen.

Singing beats grumbling all to pieces.

Give me the man who _can_ sing at six o'clock in the morning.

He is worth trusting and loving, I'll warrant that.