so that some one else is able to recognise it. My wife is far from being one of the musically untutored, but she was not sufficiently educated to pick up instruction from me. She had to work at it, I promise you.
When I hummed Frère Jacques to her for the hundredth time it was not her fault if she thought I was occupied with Scotland's (or London's) Burning. But my resolution and her patience have triumphed, Love (which is capable of all things) co-operating; and now we never mix our tunes, and our harmonies are blended in a manner entirely satisfactory to ourselves.
This singing in the open air is a most uplifting exercise. On the downs it is intoxicating. Where no rabbit can move unobserved within earshot one's freedom from human observation is complete. Singing on a bicycle is also good, but, moving rapidly between hedges, one is never sure that some idiot child or shattered tramp has not been left behind. But on hill-tops one is free of all restraint in this kind, and one can pull out all the stops.
Argument for the same reason is also carried on with great luxury in these high places. But argument is more dangerous because, once involved in a chain of reasoning (and how involved one can become!), these unselfish considerations are
