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 and, after all, it is not much trouble. We can afford to be polite," he added whimsically.

The rose-garden, with its lofty box hedge, lay close to the spot where the driveway came out of the woods.

"Listen," said Mrs. Dunbar.

A sound came faintly through the trees of the dactylic measure of a horse cantering, and a beautiful, deep voice raised in song. The sounds grew louder, and occasionally a word was distinguishable out of the notes of the song.

"What a voice!" said Mrs. Dunbar, and she listened raptly.

Then all the words came out clearly and pridefully.