"I think Miss Lacey started me by speaking about 'Where Corals Lie.' I'll sing the Elgar 'Sea Pictures.'"
Edna had an even, contralto voice, and sang with the charm of temperament; but to the sensitive listener the enchantment of the sea seemed to linger in the tones of this creature who, with the sparkling drops still shining in her dark hair, poured out such strange and moving music. It stirred Sylvia to the depths.
At the close of the song "Where Corals Lie," she sighed some comment, and Miss Martha spoke:—
"That isn't what you'd call a pretty tune, not near as pretty as a lot that Edna sings," she remarked, "but that song goes right to my backbone somehow and chills right up and down it; and the way she says,—
'Leave me, leave me, let me go
And see the land where corals lie,'
it sort of comes over me when she stays long down on the rocks in a storm, and makes me feel queer."
"That's right, Miss Lacey," remarked Edna, without turning around. "I'm a very sentimental and desperate person."
"You are when you sing, my dear," retorted Miss Martha with conviction.
"Now I'll give you the Capri one," said Edna, "but I never saw a day at Capri that fitted it as every day does here;" and with wind and wave outside making an obligato to her flowing accompaniment, she sang "In Haven."