"Didn't you promise to sing for me, if I played for you?" queried Miss Ri.
"Yes,—but—only for you."
"Now, Miss Linda," Berkley expostulated, "haven't I known you as long as Miss Ri has?"
"Not quite," Linda answered.
"But does the matter of a few months or even years, when you were yet in a state of infantile bewilderment, make any difference?"
"It makes all the difference," Linda was positive.
"Oh, come, come," spoke up Miss Ri, "that is all nonsense. You don't make any bones of singing in the church choir, Verlinda."
"Oh, but then I have the support of other voices."
"Well, you can have the support of Berk's voice; I am sure it is big enough."