After a while, seeing a piano in the room, Paul asked the young lady if she played.
“Yes; would you like to hear me?”
“If you please.”
After three or four pieces, she asked—“Don’t you sing?”
“Not much,” answered Paul, bashfully.
“Sing me something, won’t you?”
Paul blushed, and tried to excuse himself.
“I don’t sing any but common songs,” he said.
“That’s what I want to hear.”
After a while Paul mustered courage enough to sing “Baby Mine,” and another song which he had heard at Harry Miner’s.