"It is impossible just now; I do not feel as if I could do justice even
to 'Hail Columbia.'"
"Then, Medoline, you will give us some of your German songs, and, by the
time you are through, Mr. Bovyer will be in the mood to enchant us."
"With the exception of our school examinations, I never played before so
many persons in my life. I shall find it very hard," I said, already
beginning to tremble with nervousness.
"It will be an excellent opportunity to display your ring."
My face crimsoned. Possibly I had allowed the hand that wore my diamond
ring a little too much freedom; but the sparkle of the beautiful gem,
that just now reminded me of a huge tear-drop, pleased me; for I was
still much of a child at heart.
As we were crossing the room, I said: "It is not good taste for me to
take the piano first. There are others here who should have been
invited."
"Tut, child; I never ask them. They would distract me with their noise."
"Is that not an indirect compliment for me?" I said, looking up at him,
my good humor partially restored.
"I shall be compelled to designate you the mark of interrogation--call
you rogue for shortness."
"After this morning's experience, I shall not be able to find any name
nice enough for you," I said, gently.
"That is cruel--literally smothering me with coals of fire."
I turned over my music with trembling fingers; for, more than all, I
dreaded Mr. Bovyer. Selecting one of the simplest songs, I sat down,
determined to go resolutely through with it.
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