Myrtle liked to practice her singing voice, which she skillfully punctuated with echos from the outlet flue of the Spring of Perpetual Giving. The guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa remained respectfully quiet during these sessions. the Face of Everyman, on the other hand, could only stand so many choruses of “She’ll be Coming Round the Mountain.” The (yee-haw) and (whoa-back) echoes made him grit his teeth.