Idylls of Spain: Varnished Pictures of Travel in the Peninsula (1897)

As he went up the broad green sloping yard toward the orchard, a little later, Mrs. Owen’s voice reached him as she sang a high droning psalm tune behind the wilted scarlet runners of the pantry window. She had sung in the church choir in her early years, and had agreed with her neighbors that her gift was quite uncommon; but it was impossible now for the listener to resist a smile at some of her ambitious excursions among the higher notes.