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He held them in position. "There! Now strike with your right hand. See?" "I don't believe I can ever learn," said the girl, with a fond upward look at him. "Oh yes, you can," said Beaton. They both ignored Dryfoos in the little play of protests which followed, and he said, half jocosely, half suspiciously, "And is the banjo the fashion, now?"
Having ascertained that there was no specific rule at St Austin's against the use of musical instruments, he had informed Charteris that if he saw fit to play the banjo before prep, only, and regarded the hours between seven and eleven as a close time, all should be forgiven, and he might play, if so disposed, till the crack of doom.
They found a corner table in the restaurant. The room wore the quiet look of Monday evening, the calm that follows the storm of Sunday, when the place rocks with post-picnic revelry. A squat negro, perched on the edge of a serving-table by the wall, sang vociferously to a resonant banjo. Now and then a party of swarthy Latins joined in mildly when the selections incurred their favor.
"It was nice of you to come over and tell me the news, anyhow, Banjo; you're always as obligin' and thoughtful as you can be." "It's always been a happiness and a pleasure, mom, and I've come a good many times with news, sad and joyful, to your door. But I reckon it'll be many a long day before I come ridin' to Alamito with news ag'in; many a long, long day." "What do you mean, Banjo?
Tears were on her cheeks again as she parted from him, giving him her hand in token of trust and faith, and rode on toward the ranchhouse by the river. Banjo had returned, with fever in his wound. Mrs. Chadron was putting horse liniment on it when Frances entered the sitting-room where the news of the tragedy had visited them the night past.
The Devil made me do it, that's what she told Amber later. "I can play Cripple Creek. "Oh yeah?" He held the banjo toward her. "Not on that. Do you have a violin, umm, fiddle?" "Strangely enough . . . " He stood up, leaned the banjo against the chair, and said, "Be right back." Now what have I done? Willow asked herself. She hadn't touched a violin in two years.
She had been taught by a good master and her voice was pure and pliant, although as yet only half developed. The little concerts they gave their friends were really charming with Clifford's banjo, Gethryn's guitar, Thaxton's violin, Yvonne's voice and piano. Clifford made the programs. In Rowden, Yvonne was delighted to find a cultivated musician.
The forethought of little Pitapat had caused her to kindle a fire on the hearth and place a waiter of refreshments on the workstand, so as to make all comfortable before she had left with the other negroes to go to the banjo breakdown.
"Yes, they must part," she admitted, her handkerchief pressed to her eyes, her voice muffled behind it. "But they ain't no use of me stayin' around in this country and pinin' for what's gone, and starvin' on the edge," said Banjo, briskly.
Give me a cuckoo clock and a Sep Winner's Self-Instructor for the Banjo , and I'll join you." A week afterwards me and Mack hits this small town of Piña, about thirty miles out from Denver, and finds an elegant two-room house that just suits us. We deposited half-a-peck of money in the Piña bank and shook hands with every one of the 340 citizens in the town.
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