The teacher was seated at the piano when they entered, and as he arose to greet them he found it a task to refrain from laughing at the odd little figure wound so snugly in shawls and scarfs. When, however, her wraps removed, Janie stood before him, a typical little Scotch lass, with bright blue eyes and flaxen braids, he was aware of a charm about the pretty child which compelled him to believe that it was barely possible that she could sing. "What are some of your songs, child?" he asked kindly. "I'll sing, 'Comin' thro' the rye,' if it please you," answered Janie, simply. "Very well," was the reply, and he played a brilliant little prelude. The music inspired Janie, and never had she sung as she sang that day. At the end of the first verse, the man paused, with his hands resting upon the keys, and surveyed the tiny figure as it stood before him, the little chin lifted, and the sweet eyes looking into his so eagerly, as if asking for a word of approval. "Come nearer," he said, "and sing another verse." "Willingly," said Janie, and again the fresh voice rang out, "If a body meet a body Comin' frae the town If a body kiss a body Need a body frown." At the last sweet note the man at the piano turned, and lifting her in his strong arms he exclaimed, "Child, you have the voice of an angel! Mr. McLeod, I ask your pardon for doubting your statement that this little girl could sing." "Oh, it's of no account whatever," answered Sandy, stoutly, "since ye're weel convinced." The members of the club were beginning to arrive, and standing Janie upon a chair, the director stooped, and looking into the little face he asked. "Would you be willing to sing once for these ladies and gentlemen, Janie?" "Oh, I could na refuse if it was to gie them pleasure," she replied. The director in a few words told those present that he had been listening to the child's singing, and that she had consented to sing for them. Some of the faces wore a look of curiosity, some of skepticism, others of genuine interest, but when turning toward them Janie commenced to sing, she held them spellbound, and when she stepped down from the chair they crowded around her and petted and praised her until Sandy was afraid that she would be completely spoiled. Janie was delighted to have so pleased her audience, but her greatest joy lay in the fact that Sandy had arranged that once a week she should sing with the teacher, and had promised that there should be a piano for her to practice with. With greatest care Sandy replaced Janie's numerous wraps, much as if she had been a valuable painting, or a choice bit of sculpture, and taking her hand, led her gently down the long stairway to the street. Then, lifting her into the sleigh, and tucking the bear skin about her, he drove briskly over the road toward home, not allowing the horse to slacken pace until he reached his own door.