So she sang like a bird--
a bird that was not too well in soul or in body, but still
a bird out in the sunshine, with the airs of spring cheer-
ing his breast and its foliage gladdening his eyes. He
kept her at it for nearly an hour. She saw that he
was pleased, that he had thought out some plan and
was bursting to tell her, but had forbidden himself to
speak of it. He said:
``You say you have no money?''
``No, but I shall get it.''
``You may have to pay high for it--yes?''
She colored, but did not flinch. ``At worst, it will be
--unpleasant, but that's all.''
``Wait one--two days--until you hear from me.
I may--I do not say will, but may--get it. Yes, I
who have nothing.'' He laughed gayly. ``And we--
you and I--we will divide the spoils.'' Gravely. ``Do
not misunderstand. That was my little joke. If I get
the money for you it will be quite honorable and businesslike.
So--wait, dear young lady.''
As she was going, she could not resist saying:
``You are SURE I can sing?--IF, of course--always the if.
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