With so much expression that the deficiency of her voice was overlooked.
But it was Fanny, in her green page suit that was to score the triumph of the evening. She stepped out a little from the others, when her turn came to answer the King.
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"Sire, he lives a good league hence— Underneath the mountain. Right beyond the forest fence By Saint Agnes' fountain." |
Her notes were full and beautiful, and the sympathetic quality of her voice enchanted her audience. They broke out into enthusiastic applause.
"I told you so," Betty whispered as Fanny bowed her thanks.
The rest of the evening may be truly said to have belonged to Fanny. Even the Seniors' class song was hurriedly applauded, so that she might return to the platform.
The girls made her sit down at the piano when the carols were over, and sing them song after song.
At nine o'clock, Betty insisted that she stop long enough to have some refreshments.
"You all don't really think I can sing, do you?" she asked seriously, when they had joined Polly and Lois and Angela.