It was fun. The other lady took the hint quickly. She and her children went to the concert without waiting to get ready. Furthermore she left herself sitting beside her children in the best seat in the hall and at the same time took her place on the stage. She even went so far as to become a colored man while she sang "Way down upon the Suwanee River." Ella's mother came up-stairs for something as the gentleman was rendering this selection with deep feeling, but she had no idea that her little daughter was singing on the stage, nor did she know that the greatest soprano in America was the next performer, although she did hear Marian begin in tragic tones, "'There is a happy land, far, far away.'" "Far, far away" was tremulous with emotion. From that hour dated many a concert, and after the concerts, the ladies continued to sing everything they had wished to talk over during the day. Often the musical conversations were cut short by an admonition from the hall below, but even Tilly never learned the nature of those evening songs. As the children disturbed nobody and were put to bed long before they were sleepy, Uncle George said, "Let them sing." In this way Marian and Ella became well acquainted. One night Marian asked Ella if she knew anything about how she happened to be taken to the Little Pilgrim's Home when she was a baby. "No-o-o," replied Ella in shrill soprano, "They won't tell-ell me-e a thing now-ow days But a long time ago-go They used to talk about everything Right before me-e, only the trouble is-s, I was such a little goo-oose I didn't think much about it." "Do you know anything about my mother-other-other?" Chanted the musician across the hall. "No-o-o," was the response, "I only know-o that my mother-other Didn't know your mother-other, ever in her li-ife, But I do-oo remember-ember that the folks at that Ho-o-me Had some things that used to belong-long To your mother-other. And they are packed away-way somewhere in the house. I guess they are in the attic-attic, But of course I don't know-o. "Once I saw-aw a picture of your mother-other But I don't remember-ember What she looked like, looked like-looked like. Don't you wi-ish your mother wasn't dead? If you had a mother-other I could go to your hou-ouse And your mother-other Would let us play together-ether." "Yes, yes, she would," Marian's voice chimed in, "She would let us play-ay All the day-ay. And sometimes I thi-ink my mother is ali-ive, And if she is, won't I be gla-ad. If I do find my mother-other And I go to live with her-er, Why, may be your mother-other will die-i And then you can come and live with u-us And won't that be gay-ay. You never know what's going to happen in this world." "What kind of a song are you singing?" called Aunt Amelia.