'acommodated'">accommodated with an uncommonly hard ottoman without any back, in the corner; Mr. Morris plumped down on the sofa, as that was the only seat large enough for him, and the play went on (Minnie speaking).

Mr. Morris. Miss Isabella, I wish you would sing us a song.

Isabella. Oh, really, I have sitch a bad cold. I don't think I can.

Mr. Morris. Oh, please do, Miss Isabella! Sing that pretty song about the little milkmaid.

Isabella. Well, I'll see if I can.

So Maggie made the young lady take a funny little scrap of music out of the stand (called a Canterbury), and put it on the piano. The title of the piece on the outside was, "Souvenirs de l'Opera," which means in English "Recollections of the Opera," but it did just as well for a song. Miss Isabella was seated at the piano, and Maggie moved her hands up and down the keys, to look as if she were playing; while in her own sweet bird-like voice she sang for her this song: