"Yes, I do," I answered earnestly; "I can understand the song the better for it."
"What song?" the Doctor asked, before Jamie could speak.
"'O Canada, pays de mon amour'," I quoted.
"You know that?" Mr. Ewart spoke quickly.
"Only as I have heard it through the graphophone, in the cabaret below the steamboat landing."
"I say, Marcia, that's rough on the song!—Gordon," he exclaimed, "do you sing it for us, do; then she 'll know how it ought to sound."
"It's the only possible epilogue for the 'Odyssey'—what a capital title, Boy! Sing it, Ewart."
"Wait till I have a piano."
"You don't need it. You used to sing it in camp."
"But I had André's violin."