"You could make your lips do the deed without damaging any one else's ear drums." "I'll try it," amiably agreed the noisy soloist.

"Just watch me." He proceeded to indulge in a series of labial contortions that a dumb man would have envied, and which had a most hilarious effect upon those whom he had lately persecuted with raucous sound.

Rudely requested to desist from even this newly discovered pastime, he subsided with a frantic signalling to the effect that he had actually been stricken dumb.
"It's too good to be true," exclaimed the relieved Reddy, laying fresh hold on the mandolin.

"While we have peace, sing for us, Nora.

We ought to make the most of this unexpected opportunity." "Give us that song you used to sing about Golden Summer," begged Jessica.