a voice behind her. "Will you not sing?"

She thrilled, and turned to say: "What shall I sing, Mr. Belward?"

"The song I taught you the other day--'The Waking of the Fire.'"

"But I've never sung it before anybody."

"Do I not count?--But, there, that's unfair! Believe me, you sing it
very well."

She lifted her eyes to his:

"You do not pay compliments, and I believe you. Your 'very well' means
much. If you say so, I will do my best."

"I say so. You are amenable. Is that your mood to-night?" He smiled
brightly.

Her eyes flashed with a sweet malice.

"I am not at all sure. It depends on how your command to sing is
justified."

"You cannot help but sing well."

"Why?"

"Because I will help you--make you."