The Lost Art of Gratitude

garment will follow the shape of the body. When he reached the final sentence, the notes became softer and died away.

Isabel sat transfixed, as did Jamie, and nothing was said for a long time; nor did they move—they were quite still, as they were when they heard the noise outside, the yelping sound: Brother Fox.

Isabel looked anxiously at Jamie. “I hope he’s not in distress.”

“No,” said Jamie. “He’s singing.”