Vehemently applauded, it left the little performer breathless, but invincible and ready for fresh conquest.
"I kin sing, too," she gasped hurriedly, as if unwilling that the applause should lapse.

"I kin sing.

Oh, dear! Kla'uns," piteously, "WHAT is it I sing ?" "Ben Bolt," suggested Clarence.
"Oh, yes.

Oh, don't you remember sweet Alers Ben Bolt ?" began Susy, in the same breath and the wrong key.

"Sweet Alers, with hair so brown, who wept with delight when you giv'd her a smile, and--" with knitted brows and appealing recitative, "what's er rest of it, Kla'uns ?" "Who trembled with fear at your frown ?" prompted Clarence.
"Who trembled with fear at my frown ?" shrilled Susy.