I was as enthusiastic as anyone present.

And he sang, yes, he sang like an angel.

Upon my word, mother, one could not expect a soul who had such music in it to be silent." "I'm sure I don't know where he got the music.

His father never sang a note that I know of, and though I could sing a cradle song when a crying child needed it, nobody ever offered me money to do it; and your father has said more than often when so singing, '_Be quiet, Martha_!' So his father and mother did not give Harry Hatton any such foolish notions and ways." "Every good gift is from God, mother, and we ought not to belittle them, ought we, now ?" "I'm sure I don't know, John.

I've been brought up with cotton-spinners, and it is little they praise, if it be not good yarns and warps and wefts and big factories with high, high chimneys." "Well, then, cotton-spinners are mostly very fine singers.