"
"Do whistle another piece, Miss Sherwood," said Susan. "It will give us
great pleasure to hear you."
Lancy turned over the leaves of a book, then placed it on the piano,
saying:
"Try that, Dexie, and I'll whistle with you."
It would be hard to express the pleasure that this exquisite bird-song gave
to those who listened. All the songsters in the woods seemed let loose in
the room, now singing together in full chorus, then singly or in pairs they
twittered and trilled as Dexie's soft whistle followed or joined Lancy's
stronger notes, while such bird-like notes came from the keys before her as
might have deceived the very birds themselves.
"Nothing will surprise me after this," cried Susan, when the song had
ended. "I heard my music-teacher play that once, and I thought it the
tamest thing I had ever heard; of course he did not try to whistle it too,
but the music itself sounded quite different."
"Perhaps your music-teacher never took the trouble to listen to the birds
themselves; that makes a difference, you know," said Dexie.
Just then Mrs. Taylor came into the room, saying:
"I think you must come to dinner, but you must give us some more music
afterwards.
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