Mr. Edwards liked singing very much, but he is very bad at it. He went to dinner at a friend's house last week, and there were some other guests there too.
They had a good dinner, and then the hostess went to Mr. Edwards and said, ’You can sing, Peter. Please sing us something.’
Mr. Edwards was very happy, and he began to sing an old song about the mountains of Spain. The guests listened to it for a few minutes and then one of the guests began to cry. She was a small woman and had dark hair and very dark eyes.
One of the other guests went to her, put his hand on her back and said, ‘Please don't cry. Are you Spanish?’
Another young man asked, ‘Do you love Spain?’
‘No,’ she answered. ‘I'm not Spanish, and I've never been to Spain. I'm a singer, and I love music!’
