As a result the patient instrument immediately ceased its complaining tinkle.

Hippy, however, lilted on, undisturbed, for a matter of five seconds, when a chorus of threatening protests warned him to cease.
"Do be good," admonished Nora, laughing in spite of herself.

"Either sing prettily or don't try to sing at all." "Madam, it is not necessary for me to _try_ to sing.

Song and I are one.
Let me give you an illustration.

Name a ditty best suited to my voice and I will prove myself." "I can't recall one," discouraged Nora.
"Silent singing would suit _you_ best," grumbled Reddy.