"Yes," I said, "it is one of the most beautiful days I have ever seen."
He, after a long pause, said, "Was you in the hotel parlor last night?"
"Yes," I said, "I was."
"Did you hear that lady sing?"
"Yes, I did. Did you?"
"You bet I did. I was standing with the rest of the folks out on the piazza."
How curious it would be to hear a wild Western unvarnished, unprejudiced judgment of myself! "What did you think of her singing?" I asked my companion.
He replied by asking, "Have you ever heard a nightingale, ma'm?"
"Oh yes, many times," I answered, wondering what he would say next.
"Wal, I guess some of them nightingales will have to take a back seat when she sings."