[W]e stayed singing in the garden till supper was ready, and there with great pleasure. But I tried my girls, Mercer and Barker singly, one after another, a single song, At dead low Ebb, &c.; and I do clearly find that as to manner of singing, the latter do much the better, the other thinking herself, as I do myself, above taking pains for a manner of singing, contenting ourselfs with the judgment and goodness of eare.