When Bear-Tone had spent some moments in trying to make him rise and fall on the notes, he exclaimed: "My dear boy, you may be able to drive oxen, but you'll never sing.

It wouldn't do you any good to stay here, and as the room is crowded the best thing you can do is to run home." Opening the door, he gave Freeman a friendly pat on the shoulder and a push into better air outside.
Afterwards came Freeman's sister, Nellie Knights; she could discern no difference between do and la--at which Bear-Tone heaved a sigh.
"Wai, sis, you'll be able to call chickens, I guess, because that's all on one note, but 'twouldn't be worth while for you to try to sing, or torment a pianner.

There are plenty of girls tormentin' pianners now.

I guess you'd better go home, too; it may come on to snow." Nellie departed angrily and slammed the door.

Bear-Tone looked after her.