"You'll have to sing us one more song to show there's no ill feeling," put in Sanderson.
"And here's the song," added the other. "The very thing. I found it just now. There you are—'The World's Creation!'"
"Not that thing!" said the musician.
"Why not?"
"It's a comic song."
"The very thing we want."
"We'll buy up your whole stock of comic songs," said Sanderson.
"Hear, hear," cried the silent youth who wore spectacles.
"I wish you would," the musician said, smiling.