That sweet singer, the solitaire, is the chorister of the forest.
No smokes, no drinks, few if any eats—and not a chorister in sight.
You are a member of the college school and a chorister, are you not?
"If he's a chorister, I'd like to go where he keeps his choir," said Rob.
And so, Harry, my boy, you have really made up your mind to be a chorister?
The superintendent ...