One night Freda went carol singing.
She knocked on the door of a house and began to sing. A man with a violin in his hand came to the door
Within half a minute tears were streaming down his face! Freda went on singing for half an hour, every carol she knew - and some she didn't.
As last she stopped.
'I understand,' she said softly. 'You are remembering your happy childhood Christmas days. You're a sentimentalist!'
'No,' he snivelled. 'I'm a musician!'