At last she went so far as to draw the knife.

I was paralyzed with fear, then suddenly I remembered that when she was our servant, and used to get out of temper and sulk, I could always calm her by singing to her.

So I began to sing hymns.

Instantly she forgot her jealousy and put the knife back into its sheath.

She knew the sound of the singing, and sat listening to it with a rapt face; the baboons, too, crowded in at the entrance of the cave to listen.