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  \"IhavejustbeentellingMissKronborgthatthoughI

  cannotpromiseheranythingpermanent,Imightgiveher

  somethingforthenextfewmonths。Mysopranoisayoungmarriedwomanandistemporarilyindisposed。Shewouldbegladtobeexcusedfromherdutiesforawhile。IlikeMissKronborg’ssingingverymuch,andIthinkshewouldbenefitbytheinstructioninmychoir。Singingheremightverywellleadtosomethingelse。WepayoursopranoonlyeightdollarsaSunday,butshealwaysgetstendollarsforsingingatfunerals。MissKronborghasasympatheticvoice,andIthinktherewouldbeagooddealofdemandforheratfunerals。SeveralAmericanchurchesapplytomeforasoloistonsuchoccasions,andIcouldhelphertopickupquitealittlemoneythatway。\"

  ThissoundedlugubrioustoDr。Archie,whohadaphysi—

  cian’sdislikeoffunerals,buthetriedtoacceptthesug—

  gestioncordially。

  \"MissKronborgtellsmesheishavingsometroublegettinglocated,\"Mr。Larsenwentonwithanimation,stillholdinghisviolin。\"Iwouldadvisehertokeepawayfromboarding—housesaltogether。AmongmyparishionerstherearetwoGermanwomen,amotheranddaughter。

  ThedaughterisaSwedebymarriage,andclingstotheSwedishChurch。Theylivenearhere,andtheyrentsomeoftheirrooms。Theyhavenowalargeroomvacant,andhaveaskedmetorecommendsomeone。Theyhavenevertakenboarders,butMrs。Lorch,themother,isagoodcook,——atleast,Iamalwaysgladtotakesupperwithher,——andIthinkIcouldpersuadehertoletthisyoungwomanpartakeofthefamilytable。Thedaughter,Mrs。

  Andersen,ismusical,too,andsingsintheMozartSociety。

  Ithinktheymightliketohaveamusicstudentinthehouse。YouspeakGerman,Isuppose?\"heturnedtoThea。

  \"Oh,no;afewwords。Idon’tknowthegrammar,\"shemurmured。

  Dr。Archienoticedthathereyeslookedaliveagain,notfrozenastheyhadlookedallmorning。\"Ifthisfellowcan

  helpher,it’snotformetobestand—offish,\"hesaidtohim—

  self。

  \"Doyouthinkyouwouldliketostayinsuchaquietplace,withold—fashionedpeople?\"Mr。Larsenasked。\"I

  shouldn’tthinkyoucouldfindabetterplacetowork,ifthat’swhatyouwant。\"

  \"Ithinkmotherwouldliketohavemewithpeoplelikethat,\"Theareplied。\"AndI’dbegladtosettledownmostanywhere。I’mlosingtime。\"

  \"Verywell,there’snotimelikethepresent。LetusgotoseeMrs。LorchandMrs。Andersen。\"

  Theministerputhisviolininitscaseandcaughtupablack—and—whitecheckedtraveling—capthatheworewhenherodehishighColumbiawheel。Thethreeleftthechurchtogether。

  II

  SOTheadidnotgotoaboarding—houseafterall。WhenDr。ArchieleftChicagoshewascomfortablysettledwithMrs。Lorch,andherhappyreunionwithhertrunksomewhatconsoledherforhisdeparture。

  Mrs。LorchandherdaughterlivedhalfamilefromtheSwedishReformChurch,inanoldsquareframehouse,withaporchsupportedbyfrailpillars,setinadampyardfullofbiglilacbushes。Thehouse,whichhadbeenleftoverfromcountrytimes,neededpaintbadly,andlookedgloomyanddespondentamongitssmartQueenAnneneighbors。

  Therewasabigbackyardwithtworowsofappletreesandagrapearbor,andawarpedwalk,twoplankswide,whichledtothecoalbinsatthebackofthelot。Thea’sroomwasonthesecondfloor,overlookingthisbackyard,andsheunderstoodthatinthewintershemustcarryupherowncoalandkindlingfromthebin。Therewasnofur—

  naceinthehouse,norunningwaterexceptinthekitchen,andthatwaswhytheroomrentwassmall。Alltheroomswereheatedbystoves,andthelodgerspumpedthewatertheyneededfromthecisternundertheporch,orfromthewellattheentranceofthegrapearbor。OldMrs。Lorchcouldneverbringherselftohavecostlyimprovementsmadeinherhouse;indeedshehadverylittlemoney。Shepreferredtokeepthehousejustasherhusbandbuiltit,andshethoughtherwayoflivinggoodenoughforplainpeople。

  Thea’sroomwaslargeenoughtoadmitarenteduprightpianowithoutcrowding。Itwas,thewidoweddaughtersaid,\"adoubleroomthathadalwaysbeforebeenoccupiedbytwogentlemen\";thepianonowtooktheplaceofasecondoccupant。Therewasaningraincarpetonthefloor,

  greenivyleavesonaredground,andclumsy,old—fashionedwalnutfurniture。Thebedwasverywide,andthemat—

  tressthinandhard。Overthefatpillowswere\"shams\"

  embroideredinTurkeyred,eachwithafloweringscroll——onewith\"Gute’Nacht,\"theotherwith\"GutenMorgen。\"ThedresserwassobigthatTheawonderedhowithadeverbeengotintothehouseandupthenarrowstairs。Besidesanoldhorsehairarmchair,thereweretwolowplush\"spring—rockers,\"againstthemassivepedestalsofwhichonewasalwaysstumblinginthedark。Theasatinthedarkagooddealthosefirstweeks,andsometimesapainfulbumpagainstoneofthosebrutallyimmovablepedestalsrousedhertemperandpulledheroutofaheavyhour。Thewall—paperwasbrownishyellow,withblueflowers。Whenitwasputon,thecarpet,certainly,hadnotbeenconsulted。TherewasonlyonepictureonthewallwhenTheamovedin:alargecoloredprintofabrightlylightedchurchinasnow—storm,onChristmasEve,withgreenshangingaboutthestonedoorwayandarchedwindows。Therewassomethingwarmandhome,likeaboutthispicture,andTheagrewfondofit。Oneday,onherwayintotowntotakeherlesson,shestoppedatabookstoreandboughtaphotographoftheNaplesbustofJuliusCaesar。Thisshehadframed,andhungitonthebigbarewallbehindherstove。Itwasacuriouschoice,butshewasattheagewhenpeopledoinexplicablethings。ShehadbeeninterestedinCaesar’s\"Commen—

  taries\"whensheleftschooltobeginteaching,andshelovedtoreadaboutgreatgenerals;butthesefactswouldscarcelyexplainherwantingthatgrimbaldheadtoshareherdailyexistence。Itseemedastrangefreak,whensheboughtsofewthings,andwhenshehad,asMrs。AndersensaidtoMrs。Lorch,\"nopicturesofthecomposersatall。\"

  Boththewidowswerekindtoher,butThealikedthemotherbetter。OldMrs。Lorchwasfatandjolly,witharedface,alwaysshiningasifshehadjustcomefromthe

  stove,brightlittleeyes,andhairofseveralcolors。Herownhairwasonecastofiron—gray,herswitchanother,andherfalsefrontstillanother。Herclothesalwayssmelledofsavorycooking,exceptwhenshewasdressedforchurchorKAFFEEKLATSCH,andthenshesmelledofbayrumorofthelemon—verbenasprigwhichshetuckedinsideherpuffyblackkidglove。HercookingjustifiedallthatMr。Larsenhadsaidofit,andTheahadneverbeensowellnourishedbefore。

  Thedaughter,Mrs。Andersen,——Irene,hermothercalledher,——wasadifferentsortofwomanaltogether。

  Shewasperhapsfortyyearsold,angular,big—boned,withlarge,thinfeatures,light—blueeyes,anddry,yellowhair,thebangtightlyfrizzed。Shewaspale,anaemic,andsenti—

  mental。Shehadmarriedtheyoungestsonofarich,arro—

  gantSwedishfamilywhowerelumbermerchantsinSt。

  Paul。Thereshedweltduringhermarriedlife。OscarAndersenwasastrong,full—bloodedfellowwhohadcountedonalonglifeandhadbeenrathercarelessabouthisbusi—

  nessaffairs。Hewaskilledbytheexplosionofasteamboilerinthemills,andhisbrothersmanagedtoprovethathehadverylittlestockinthebigbusiness。Theyhadstronglydisapprovedofhismarriageandtheyagreedamongthemselvesthattheywereentirelyjustifiedinde—

  fraudinghiswidow,who,theysaid,\"wouldonlymarryagainandgivesomefellowagoodthingofit。\"Mrs。Ander—

  senwouldnotgotolawwiththefamilythathadalwayssnubbedandwoundedher——shefeltthehumiliationofbe—

  ingthrustoutmorethanshefeltherimpoverishment;soshewentbacktoChicagotolivewithherwidowedmotheronanincomeoffivehundredayear。Thisexperiencehadgivenhersentimentalnatureanincurablehurt。Somethingwitheredawayinher。Herheadhadadownwarddroop;

  herstepwassoftandapologetic,eveninhermother’shouse,andhersmilehadthesickly,uncertainflickerthatsooftencomesfromasecrethumiliation。Shewasaffable

  andyetshrinking,likeonewhohascomedownintheworld,whohasknownbetterclothes,bettercarpets,bet—

  terpeople,brighterhopes。HerhusbandwasburiedintheAndersenlotinSt。Paul,withalockedironfencearoundit。Shehadtogotohiseldestbrotherforthekeywhenshewenttosaygood—byetohisgrave。SheclungtotheSwedishChurchbecauseithadbeenherhusband’schurch。

  Ashermotherhadnoroomforherhouseholdbelongings,Mrs。Andersenhadbroughthomewithheronlyherbed—

  roomset,whichnowfurnishedherownroomatMrs。

  Lorch’s。Thereshespentmostofhertime,doingfancy—

  workorwritingletterstosympathizingGermanfriendsinSt。Paul,surroundedbykeepsakesandphotographsoftheburlyOscarAndersen。Thea,whenshewasadmittedtothisroom,andshownthesephotographs,foundher—

  selfwondering,liketheAndersenfamily,whysuchalusty,gay—lookingfelloweverthoughthewantedthispallid,long—cheekedwoman,whosemannerwasalwaysthatofwithdrawing,andwhomusthavebeenratherthin—bloodedevenasagirl。

  Mrs。Andersenwascertainlyadepressingperson。ItsometimesannoyedTheaverymuchtohearherinsinuat—

  ingknockonthedoor,herflurriedexplanationofwhyshehadcome,asshebackedtowardthestairs。Mrs。AndersenadmiredTheagreatly。Shethoughtitadistinctiontobeevena\"temporarysoprano\"——Theacalledherselfsoquiteseriously——intheSwedishChurch。ShealsothoughtitdistinguishedtobeapupilofHarsanyi’s。SheconsideredTheaveryhandsome,verySwedish,verytalented。SheflutteredabouttheupperfloorwhenTheawaspracticing。

  Inshort,shetriedtomakeaheroineofher,justasTillieKronborghadalwaysdone,andTheawasconsciousofsomethingofthesort。WhenshewasworkingandheardMrs。Andersentip—toeingpastherdoor,sheusedtoshrughershouldersandwonderwhethershewasalwaystohaveaTilliedivingfurtivelyaboutherinsomedisguiseorother。

  Atthedressmaker’sMrs。AndersenrecalledTillieevenmorepainfully。AfterherfirstSundayinMr。Larsen’schoir,Theasawthatshemusthaveaproperdressformorningservice。HerMoonstonepartydressmightdotowearintheevening,butshemusthaveonefrockthatcouldstandthelightofday。She,ofcourse,knewnothingaboutChicagodressmakers,sosheletMrs。AndersentakehertoaGermanwomanwhomsherecommendedwarmly。TheGermandressmakerwasexcitableanddramatic。Concertdresses,shesaid,wereherspecialty。Inherfitting—roomtherewerephotographsofsingersinthedressesshehadmadethemforthisorthatSANGERFEST。SheandMrs。An—

  dersentogetherachievedacostumewhichwouldhavewarmedTillieKronborg’sheart。Itwasclearlyintendedforawomanofforty,withviolenttastes。Thereseemedtobeapieceofeveryknownfabricinitsomewhere。Whenitcamehome,andwasspreadoutonherhugebed,Thealookeditoverandtoldherselfcandidlythatitwas\"ahorror。\"However,hermoneywasgone,andtherewasnothingtodobutmakethebestofthedress。Sheneverworeitexcept,asshesaid,\"tosingin,\"asifitwereanunbecominguniform。WhenMrs。LorchandIrenetoldherthatshe\"lookedlikealittlebird—of—Paradiseinit,\"TheashutherteethandrepeatedtoherselfwordsshehadlearnedfromJoeGiddyandSpanishJohnny。

  InthesetwogoodwomenTheafoundfaithfulfriends,andintheirhouseshefoundthequietandpeacewhichhelpedhertosupportthegreatexperiencesofthatwinter。

  III

  ANDORHARSANYIhadneverhadapupilintheleastlikeTheaKronborg。Hehadneverhadonemoreintelligent,andhehadneverhadonesoignorant。

  WhenTheasatdowntotakeherfirstlessonfromhim,shehadneverheardaworkbyBeethovenoracompositionbyChopin。Sheknewtheirnamesvaguely。Wunschhadbeenamusicianonce,longbeforehewanderedintoMoon—

  stone,butwhenTheaawokehisinteresttherewasnotmuchleftofhim。FromhimTheahadlearnedsomethingabouttheworksofGluckandBach,andheusedtoplayhersomeofthecompositionsofSchumann。InhistrunkhehadamutilatedscoreoftheFsharpminorsonata,whichhehadheardClaraSchumannplayatafestivalinLeipsic。Thoughhispowersofexecutionwereatsuchalowebb,heusedtoplayatthissonataforhispupilandmanagedtogivehersomeideaofitsbeauty。WhenWunschwasayoungman,itwasstilldaringtolikeSchumann;enthusiasmforhisworkwasconsideredanexpressionofyouthfulwayward—

  ness。PerhapsthatwaswhyWunschrememberedhimbest。

  TheastudiedsomeoftheKINDERSZENENwithhim,aswellassomelittlesonatasbyMozartandClementi。ButforthemostpartWunschstucktoCzernyandHummel。

  HarsanyifoundinTheaapupilwithsure,stronghands,onewhoreadrapidlyandintelligently,whohad,hefelt,arichlygiftednature。Butshehadbeengivennodirection,andherardorwasunawakened。Shehadneverheardasymphonyorchestra。Theliteratureofthepianowasanundiscoveredworldtoher。Hewonderedhowshehadbeenabletoworksohardwhensheknewsolittleofwhatshewasworkingtoward。ShehadbeentaughtaccordingtotheoldStuttgartmethod;stiffback,stiffelbows,averyformal

  positionofthehands。Thebestthingaboutherprepara—

  tionwasthatshehaddevelopedanunusualpowerofwork。

  Henoticedatonceherwayofchargingatdifficulties。Sherantomeetthemasiftheywerefoesshehadlongbeenseeking,seizedthemasiftheyweredestinedforherandsheforthem。Whatevershedidwell,shetookforgranted。

  HereagernessarousedalltheyoungHungarian’schivalry。

  Instinctivelyonewenttotherescueofacreaturewhohadsomuchtoovercomeandwhostruggledsohard。HeusedtotellhiswifethatMissKronborg’shourtookmoreoutofhimthanhalfadozenotherlessons。Heusuallykeptherlongovertime;hechangedherlessonsaboutsothathecoulddoso,andoftengavehertimeattheendoftheday,whenhecouldtalktoherafterwardandplayforheralittlefromwhathehappenedtobestudying。Itwasalwaysinterestingtoplayforher。Sometimesshewassosilentthathewondered,whenshelefthim,whethershehadgotanythingoutofit。Butaweeklater,twoweekslater,shewouldgivebackhisideaagaininawaythatsethimvibrating。

  AllthiswasverywellforHarsanyi;aninterestingvaria—

  tionintheroutineofteaching。ButforTheaKronborg,thatwinterwasalmostbeyondenduring。Shealwaysre—

  membereditasthehappiestandwildestandsaddestofherlife。Thingscametoofastforher;shehadnothadenoughpreparation。ThereweretimeswhenshecamehomefromherlessonandlayuponherbedhatingWunschandherfamily,hatingaworldthathadlethergrowupsoignorant;

  whenshewishedthatshecoulddiethenandthere,andbebornoveragaintobeginanew。Shesaidsomethingofthiskindoncetoherteacher,inthemidstofabitterstruggle。

  Harsanyiturnedthelightofhiswonderfuleyeuponher——

  poorfellow,hehadbutone,thoughthatwassetinsuchahandsomehead——andsaidslowly:\"Everyartistmakeshimselfborn。Itisverymuchharderthantheothertime,andlonger。Yourmotherdidnotbringanythingintothe

  worldtoplaypiano。Thatyoumustbringintotheworldyourself。\"

  ThiscomfortedTheatemporarily,foritseemedtogiveherachance。Butagreatdealofthetimeshewascom—

  fortless。HerletterstoDr。Archiewerebriefandbusiness—

  like。Shewasnotapttochattermuch,eveninthestim—

  ulatingcompanyofpeoplesheliked,andtochatteronpaperwassimplyimpossibleforher。Ifshetriedtowritehimanythingdefiniteaboutherwork,sheimmediatelyscratcheditoutasbeingonlypartiallytrue,ornottrueatall。Nothingthatshecouldsayaboutherstudiesseemedunqualifiedlytrue,oncesheputitdownonpaper。

  Lateoneafternoon,whenshewasthoroughlytiredandwantedtostruggleonintothedusk,Harsanyi,tiredtoo,threwuphishandsandlaughedather。\"Notto—day,MissKronborg。Thatsonatawillkeep;itwon’trunaway。

  EvenifyouandIshouldnotwakenupto—morrow,itwillbethere。\"

  Theaturnedtohimfiercely。\"No,itisn’thereunlessIhaveit——notforme,\"shecriedpassionately。\"OnlywhatIholdinmytwohandsisthereforme!\"

  Harsanyimadenoreply。Hetookadeepbreathandsatdownagain。\"Thesecondmovementnow,quietly,withtheshouldersrelaxed。\"

  Therewerehours,too,ofgreatexaltation;whenshewasatherbestandbecameapartofwhatshewasdoingandceasedtoexistinanyothersense。Therewereothertimeswhenshewassoshatteredbyideasthatshecoulddonoth—

  ingworthwhile;whentheytrampledoverherlikeanarmyandshefeltasifshewerebleedingtodeathunderthem。

  Shesometimescamehomefromalatelessonsoexhaustedthatshecouldeatnosupper。Ifshetriedtoeat,shewasillafterward。Sheusedtothrowherselfuponthebedandliethereinthedark,notthinking,notfeeling,butevapo—

  rating。Thatsamenight,perhaps,shewouldwakenuprestedandcalm,andasshewentoverherworkinhermind,

  thepassagesseemedtobecomesomethingofthemselves,totakeasortofpatterninthedarkness。ShehadneverlearnedtoworkawayfromthepianountilshecametoHarsanyi,andithelpedhermorethananythinghadeverhelpedherbefore。

  Shealmostneverworkednowwiththesunny,happycontentmentthathadfilledthehourswhensheworkedwithWunsch——\"likeafathorseturningasorgummill,\"

  shesaidbitterlytoherself。Then,bystickingtoit,shecouldalwaysdowhatshesetouttodo。Now,every—

  thingthatshereallywantedwasimpossible;aCANTABILE

  likeHarsanyi’s,forinstance,insteadofherowncloudytone。Nousetellinghershemighthaveitintenyears。

  Shewanteditnow。Shewonderedhowshehadeverfoundotherthingsinteresting:books,\"AnnaKarenina\"——allthatseemedsounrealandontheoutsideofthings。Shewasnotbornamusician,shedecided;therewasnootherwayofexplainingit。

  Sometimesshegotsonervousatthepianothatsheleftit,andsnatchingupherhatandcapewentoutandwalked,hurryingthroughthestreetslikeChristianfleeingfromtheCityofDestruction。Andwhileshewalkedshecried。

  Therewasscarcelyastreetintheneighborhoodthatshehadnotcriedupanddownbeforethatwinterwasover。

  Thethingthatusedtolieunderhercheek,thatsatsowarmlyoverherheartwhensheglidedawayfromthesandhillsthatautumnmorning,wasfarfromher。ShehadcometoChicagotobewithit,andithaddesertedher,leavinginitsplaceapainfullonging,anunresigneddespair。

  Harsanyiknewthathisinterestingpupil——\"thesav—

  ageblonde,\"oneofhismalestudentscalledher——wassometimesveryunhappy。Hesawinherdiscontentacuriousdefinitionofcharacter。Hewouldhavesaidthatagirlwithsomuchmusicalfeeling,sointelligent,withgoodtrainingofeyeandhand,would,whenthussuddenlyin—

  troducedtothegreatliteratureofthepiano,havefoundboundlesshappiness。Buthesoonlearnedthatshewasnotabletoforgetherownpovertyintherichnessoftheworldheopenedtoher。Oftenwhenheplayedtoher,herfacewasthepictureofrestlessmisery。Shewouldsitcrouchingforward,herelbowsonherknees,herbrowsdrawntogetherandhergray—greeneyessmallerthanever,reducedtomerepin—pointsofcold,piercinglight。Some—

  times,whileshelistened,shewouldswallowhard,twoorthreetimes,andlooknervouslyfromlefttoright,drawinghershoulderstogether。\"Exactly,\"hethought,\"asifshewerebeingwatched,orasifshewerenakedandheardsomeonecoming。\"

  Ontheotherhand,whenshecameseveraltimestoseeMrs。Harsanyiandthetwobabies,shewaslikealittlegirl,jollyandgayandeagertoplaywiththechildren,wholovedher。Thelittledaughter,Tanya,likedtotouchMissKronborg’syellowhairandpatit,saying,\"Dolly,dolly,\"

  becauseitwasofacolormuchoftenerseenondollsthanonpeople。ButifHarsanyiopenedthepianoandsatdowntoplay,MissKronborggraduallydrewawayfromthechil—

  dren,retreatedtoacornerandbecamesullenortroubled。

  Mrs。Harsanyinoticedthis,also,andthoughtitverystrangebehavior。

  AnotherthingthatpuzzledHarsanyiwasThea’sap—

  parentlackofcuriosity。Severaltimesheofferedtogiveherticketstoconcerts,butshesaidshewastootiredorthatit\"knockedherouttobeuplate。\"Harsanyididnotknowthatshewassinginginachoir,andhadoftentosingatfunerals,neitherdidherealizehowmuchherworkwithhimstirredherandexhaustedher。Once,justasshewasleavinghisstudio,hecalledherbackandtoldherhecouldgivehersometicketsthathadbeensenthimforEmmaJuchthatevening。Theafingeredtheblackwoolontheedgeofherplushcapeandreplied,\"Oh,thankyou,Mr。

  Harsanyi,butIhavetowashmyhairto—night。\"

  Mrs。HarsanyilikedMissKronborgthoroughly。ShesawinherthemakingofapupilwhowouldreflectcredituponHarsanyi。Shefeltthatthegirlcouldbemadetolookstrikinglyhandsome,andthatshehadthekindofper—

  sonalitywhichtakesholdofaudiences。Moreover,MissKronborgwasnotintheleastsentimentalaboutherhus—

  band。Sometimesfromtheshowpupilsonehadtoendureagooddeal。\"Ilikethatgirl,\"sheusedtosay,whenHarsanyitoldherofoneofThea’sGAUCHERIES。\"Shedoesn’tsigheverytimethewindblows。Withheroneswallowdoesn’tmakeasummer。\"

  Theatoldthemverylittleaboutherself。Shewasnotnaturallycommunicative,andshefoundithardtofeelconfidenceinnewpeople。Shedidnotknowwhy,butshecouldnottalktoHarsanyiasshecouldtoDr。Archie,ortoJohnnyandMrs。Tellamantez。WithMr。Larsenshefeltmoreathome,andwhenshewaswalkingshesometimesstoppedathisstudytoeatcandywithhimortoheartheplotofthenovelhehappenedtobereading。

  OneeveningtowardthemiddleofDecemberTheawastodinewiththeHarsanyis。Shearrivedearly,tohavetimetoplaywiththechildrenbeforetheywenttobed。

  Mrs。Harsanyitookherintoherownroomandhelpedhertakeoffhercountry\"fascinator\"andherclumsyplushcape。Theahadboughtthiscapeatabigdepartmentstoreandhadpaid$16。50forit。Asshehadneverpaidmorethantendollarsforacoatbefore,thatseemedtoheralargeprice。Itwasveryheavyandnotverywarm,orna—

  mentedwithashowypatterninblackdisks,andtrimmedaroundthecollarandtheedgeswithsomekindofblackwoolthat\"crocked\"badlyinsnoworrain。Itwaslinedwithacottonstuffcalled\"farmer’ssatin。\"Mrs。Harsanyiwasonewomaninathousand。AssheliftedthiscapefromThea’sshouldersandlaiditonherwhitebed,shewishedthatherhusbanddidnothavetochargepupilslikethisonefortheirlessons。TheaworeherMoonstoneparty

  dress,whiteorgandie,madewitha\"V\"neckandelbowsleeves,andabluesash。Shelookedveryprettyinit,andaroundherthroatshehadastringofpinkcoralandtinywhiteshellsthatRayoncebroughtherfromLosAngeles。

  Mrs。Harsanyinoticedthatsheworehighheavyshoeswhichneededblacking。ThechoirinMr。Larsen’schurchstoodbehindarailing,soTheadidnotpaymuchattentiontohershoes。

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