Well, I shall do zat when I hear ze music." The fair girl now tossed her golden curls back over her shoulders, and began singing one of the most solemn and melancholy of pieces, to her own accompaniment.

Her voice was indeed full of sweetness, and she could sing with some skill and effect; but she was just at this time more inclined to play on Mr.Gusher's feelings than to do justice to her musical talent.
"There's something sweet and touching in this melancholy music, I like it, Mr.Gusher," she said, pausing and looking up in his face tantalizingly; "don't you ?" Mr.Gusher shook his head disapprovingly, and shrugged his shoulders.
"No, no, miz; I nevare like ze funeral music.

I go to ze funeral of my friend wiz music like zat." "I am very sorry to hear you say so, Mr.Gusher.I play it whenever mother will let me.

And I enjoy it so much.

Reminds me of a dear young friend now far away." "Now, miz, I makes my discovery," returned Mr.Gusher, turning over a leaf of the music, and looking enquiringly into Mattie's face.