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James could hear the milkmaid singing as she worked. The song drifted up to his open window and into his study. Though he could not hear the words being sung, the tune settled itself in his head and he found himself humming as he worked.
The day was hot and there wasn’t even a strong enough breeze from the open window to rustle the papers on his desk.
The next day it rained and the milkmaid was gone. There had been an outbreak of smallpox in the town and her mother had contracted it. The milkmaid was in quarantine to see if she also had the disease. James hummed the song to himself that the milkmaid had been singing just the day before.
Within two weeks the milkmaid was back. It was a miracle, or so everyone said.
The weather was warm again and James had his window open. He hummed the tune which drifted through the open window down to where the milkmaid worked.
The tune reached her, settling itself in her head. “That sounds just like the song I used to sing,” she thought.