"I know it," said Delight, timidly. "If you want me to, I'll sing it."
She looked so shy and sweet, that there was nothing forward about her offer, merely a desire to please.
"Do, my dear," said Miss Adams, giving her place to the child.
Delight sat down at the piano, and striking a few chords, began: "I know a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie," and sang it through in a sweet, childish voice.
"That's it!" cried Harry, as she finished. "Jiminy! but you're a singer, all right."
There was much applause, and requests for more songs, but Delight, overcome by attracting so much attention, turned bashful again and couldn't be persuaded to sing any more.
However, it was time to go home, so they all bundled into their wraps again, and clambered into the sleigh.
Delight was quiet all the way home, and sat with her hand clasped close in Marjorie's.
"Good-night," she whispered, as she got out at her own house. "Good-night, Marjorie dear. I thank you for a pleasant time, but I don't believe I want to go again."
"Oh, yes, you will," Marjorie whispered back. "Don't be so easily discouraged."