I am contemplating a terrible revenge.

That is, I haven't really begun to contemplate it yet.
I am just getting ready.

But when I do start--well, you'll see." "I think it would be delightful to hear you sing, 'Ah, I Have Sighed to Rest Me,' Hippy," broke in Nora sweetly, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"Can I believe my ears?
The stony, unsympathetic Nora O'Malley agrees with me at last.

She likes my voice; she wishes to hear me sing, 'Ah, I Have Sighed to Rest Me.' 'Tis true, I _have_ sighed to rest me a great many times, particularly in the morning when the alarm clock put an end to my dreams.

It is a beautiful selection." "Then, why not sing it ?" asked Nora demurely.
"Because I don't know it," replied Hippy promptly.
"Just as I suspected," commented Nora in disgust.