And so it went.
The crowd was enthusiastic and gave the Seven Sardines huge applause after every number.
And most surprising--I found myself enjoying the sardine music too!
It wasn't classical whale singing, but it DID have it's place for the standard musically untrained fish and seemed to serve a purpose. After all--the masses need music too--and this was obviously THEIR music of choice!
When the concert was over, but before we left our seats, I asked Starry how he liked it.
"Great! Wonderful!" he enthused, "and I am SO glad you invited me to help you occupy these excellent seats!"
"But did you miss Mable's autoharp?" I asked him.
"Autoharp? Mable? No--now that you mention it! The music sounded just fine as they played it! I didn't notice any difference at all! Isn't that strange?"
"I suppose it is." I said, smiling inwardly. "But shall we stop by Father Neptune's restaurant before we call it a night--just to see how Mable and Cory are doing with their new gig?"
"Good suggestion, Constable! We shouldn't drop them flat as a flounder! By all means--let's go!"