"A concert," he replied, in a little huff. "They have concerts every winter over at Labbawally, and at Balreddown, and even at Moydore; and why shouldn't we?"
I thought a little.
"I always was under the impression," I said, "that a concert meant singers."
"Of course," they replied.
"Well, and where are you to get singers here? Are you going to import again those delectable harridans that illustrated the genius of Verdi with rather raucous voices a few weeks ago?"
"Certainly not, sir," they replied in much indignation. "The boys here can do a little in that way; and we can get up a chorus amongst the school-children; and—and—"
"And the doctor himself will do his share," said one of the deputation, coming to the aid of the modest doctor.
"And then," I said, "you must have a piano to accompany you, unless it is to be all in the style of 'come-all-yeen's.'"
"Oh, 't will be something beyond that," said the doctor. "I think you'll be surprised, sir."
"And what might the object of the concert be?" I asked.