Well, but sure how the folk did clap their hands and roar for you to sing again.

They loved to hear you purely an' no wonder.
I never heard anything like it.

But bless me, Lavinia--beggin' your pardon, which I ought to say Miss Fenton--you don't seem overjoyed." "The girl's a-tired out," put in the old lady.

"I mind it was just the same with my poor mistress Molly.

She sometimes couldn't move one foot in front o' t'other when she comed off the stage." "That's true enough," said Lavinia wearily.