"Bertie?"
"Yes, Father?"
"Come over here with me." Father was sitting at the piano, peering at a new piece of sheet music he had picked up in London the week before. He moved over and helped me up on the bench.
I looked at the music, too, but couldn't make sense of the lines and dots on it.
"I sang this for your mother when we first met, but I never learned how to play it. What do you think?" He played a few bars and started singing, "There is a flower within my heart, Daisy, Daisy! Planted one day by a glancing dart, planted by Daisy Bell!" he kept singing a bit more.
"Now, Bertie, help me with the chorus. "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do."
"That's Mother's name!" I said, laughing.
"Of course. It was the perfect song, young Bertram. Never forget, music is the way to a woman's heart.