[42] His Anonymous Admirer

"Giovanni, dear, you need to open up so I can get a look inside," I heard the voice of a woman say.

I didn't open my eyes. I didn't know if I wanted to. I couldn't remember the last thing that had happened, and I didn't know where I was.

"Miss Renaude, I'm fiiine, I swearr!" a little girl wailed, but her voice seemed to be breaking at random intervals.

"Your voice is going, and I need to know why," said the woman. "I have an idea! Why don't you sing something for me? Yea? Sing your favourite song. Sing it loud, open your mouth as wide as possible and sing it looouuud!"

The little girl giggled, and she burst out in excitement, "Okay!"

There was a short pause, and then she began with what I supposed was her favourite song.

"There's a carriage in the meadooow

There's a boat sailing the seeea

There's a boy singing sta-cca-tooo

There's a hive that's full of beeeees

Every day the farmer hiiiiiides

Collecting honey from hiiiiiives

And he sells it to the people