Premise: The old man had Harry on his knee , and was busy pulling off his shoes and stockings , to warm the little cold feet .<br>` Poor creature , ' said the lady .<br>Suddenly Eliza opened her eyes .<br>A dreadful look of pain came into her face .<br>She sprang up saying , ` Oh , my Harry , have they got him ? '<br>As soon as he heard her voice , Harry jumped from the old man 's knee , and running to her side , put up his arms .<br>` Oh , he 's here !<br>he 's here , ' she said , kissing him .<br>` Oh , ma'am , ' she went , on turning wildly to the lady of the house , ` do protect us , do n't let them get him . '
Hypothesis: The old man who had Harry on his knee was a good singer.