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Each one straightened her shoulders and leaned eagerly forward, fairly holding her breath in anticipation, for Azzie's fame as a pianist was far-reaching. Moving slowly to the front of the rostrum, she seated herself at the piano. So she sat for a few moments without touching the keys. Slowly following her came Anna Cresswell, in gown but no cap.
And these," dangling the false fronts before their eyes, "these lay reposing on the top of the dresser. I brought them along to show you girls how fine they are two grades, one for every day and one for dress-up days." "Don't shake them so close over my cocoa, please," cried Landis, removing her cup beyond the reach of Azzie's scalps.
"I felt safe about coming so long as I had these," continued Azzie. "Don't be afraid, Landis. A few hairs more or less won't hurt your supper." "How will you get them back?" asked Elizabeth, who was fearful for Azzie's welfare. "I hadn't got that far in my thinking," was the droll response.
"Give them back to Azzie," said Mame. "Sometime early to-morrow morning you will find that the pale-faced scout is close on Azzie's trail." Azzie took the trophies in her hand, examining them critically. "To-morrow I intend to go in and call upon her. I know she'll have a towel bound around her head." The girls were about to depart when Mame Welch exclaimed, "There, I almost forgot!
So sympathetic was her music that a hush fell over the chattering audience. "What has possessed the girl?" whispered Mame Welch, almost in tears but determined to keep a brave front. "I feel as though I was about to attend my own funeral. This is so unlike Azzie. Her music is generally brilliant." Still the wail of sorrow sobbed itself out from beneath Azzie's fingers.
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