"Charming!" "Exquisite!" "Do sing something else!" were the
exclamations rained upon her as she ceased to sing, but she looked
only to him.
"How is it I have never heard you sing before?" he inquired, with the
applause that the others had uttered shining unspoken in his eyes.
"You have too many professional singers about your home. I am afraid
to sing before them. Did you ever hear birds called 'the angels of
earth?'"
"Never."
"Well, if nobody else originated the phrase I am willing to do
so--rather than that it shouldn't be originated at all."
"It may be a pretty idea," said Allan, "and yet it fails to suit my
critical taste." They withdrew a little from the crowd, and found a
quiet place in which to sit and chat, for now a pianist of note had
been led a willing sacrifice to the place Rose vacated.
"You must be hard to please," said Rose. "What can be more like an
angel than a bird? It has wings, and it sings, and it is rejoicingly
happy. It seems to be particularly blest every moment of its blessed
little life."
"Very likely. Nevertheless I think a flower much more closely
resembles an angel.
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