"But you've a voice, little one! Sing that with me." Big voice and girl's voice blended and chorded.
"Ah, but you will make a singer, little one!" Bear-Tone exclaimed.

"Now sing Woodland with me.

Never mind notes, sing by ear." A really beautiful volume of sound came through the window at which I listened.

Bear-Tone and his new-found treasure sang The Star-Spangled Banner and several of the songs of the Civil War, then just ended--ballads still popular with us and fraught with touching memories: Tenting To-night on the Old Camp Ground, Dearest Love, Do You Remember?
and Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marching.

Bear-Tone's rich voice chorded beautifully with Helen's sweet, high notes.
As we were getting into the pung to go home after the meeting, and Helen and her older sister, Elizabeth, were setting off, Bear-Tone dashed out, bareheaded, with his big face beaming.
"Be sure you come again," he said to her, in a tone that was almost imploring.