“Do, Re, Mi, Fa Sol, La, Si, Do.”
The truth was, that Raymond had just begun to go to a singing school, and he was taking this opportunity to rise and fall the notes, as he called it. When Caleb asked him any question about his work, he would just answer it in a few words, and then, a minute after, begin again with his 'Do, Re, Mi,' and all the rest.
Caleb became tired of this singing; and when, at length, his tree got wedged fast, so that he could not move it any farther, he sat down discouraged upon a log, and looked anxiously towards Raymond, as if he wished that he would come and help him.
Raymond had just hooked his chain to another tree, and taking up his goad stick, called out,
“Ha', Star! ha', Lion!” and then as his oxen started on, he followed them with his—
“Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si, Do.”
“Dear me!” said Caleb, with a deep sigh.
“Do, Si, La, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, Do,” sang Raymond, coming down the scale.
Caleb got up, and walked along towards Raymond a little way, and called out,