“There is something in the air that makes me feel like singing,” said Gerald.
“Then by all means indulge yourself,” Dorothy advised.
“Let’s form a quartette,” said Molly. “I can sing a fair alto.”
“And I can’t sing anything—can’t even carry an air,” Aurora put in in a regretful voice. “But Gerald has a fine tenor voice, and perhaps Dorothy can take the soprano and Jim the bass.”
In this way it was arranged, Dorothy being appointed leader.
“First of all, what shall we sing?” she wanted to know.
“Oh, any old thing,” said Jim.
“No; not any old thing. It must be something with which we are all familiar.”
“Well, let’s make it a medley of old Southern songs,” suggested Gerald.
“An excellent idea,” said Aunt Betty, while Ephraim was so delighted at the suggestion that he clapped his hands in the wildest enthusiasm.