        He had reached the fourth letter of the second line, when it hit her that he was repeating what the first line had said, with a different character set.  She checked her notes, and—accounting for differences in her notation, they were exactly the same.  He seemed to understand that she had just figured that out, because he tapped the fifth letter, but rather than speak it, he looked at her expectantly.  Taking her cue, she checked her notes, and carefully pronounced it.  He appeared to be satisfied, because he touched the next letter.  In fairly short order she had worked her way to the end of the alphabet—although it was more a testament to her careful note-taking than anything else—and she knew that she could repeat it again and again.  After all, her special talent was musical in nature, and so was this.