so the little martyr spent her first hour of trial in sobbing, the second in singing, for just as her mother and mrs. minot were deciding in despair that neither she nor they could bear it, jill suddenly broke out into a merry chorus she used to hear her father sing: -- " faut jouer le mirliton, faut jouer le mirlitir, faut jouer le mirliter, mir -- li -- ton. "