"The song or the singing?" he asked with a smile.
"The song," I answered frankly. "Is it yours?"
"No, but the singing is!"
His good-humor was so delightful that I forgave his not having my Voice.
"What is its name?"
"It is anonymous—like the composer."
"Who is he?"
"I must not tell."
"Can you give me a copy of the song?"
He became embarrassed.