The things we do!

Oh, but Falkenberg had fallen in love too, the same as I. What simple boys
we were!
"Wonder if she will give us a look in this evening again?" Falkenberg
would say while we were out at work.
And I would answer that I didn't care how long the Captain stayed away.
"No, you're right," said Falkenberg. "And I say, if I find he isn't decent
to her, there'll be trouble."
Then one evening Falkenberg gave us a song. And I was proud of him as
ever. Fruen came out, and he had to sing it over again, and another one
after; his fine voice filled the room, and Fruen was delighted, and said
she had never heard anything like it.
And then it was I began to be envious.
"Have you learnt singing?" asked Fruen. "Can you read music at all?"
"Yes, indeed," said Falkenberg. "I used to sing in a club."
Now that was where he should have said: no, worse luck, he'd never
learned, so I thought to myself.
"Have you ever sung to any one? Has any one ever heard you?"
"I've sung at dances and parties now and again.


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