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At last Harsanyi threw back his head and rose. "You must be tired, Miss Kronborg." When she replied, she startled him; he had forgotten how hard and full of burs her speaking voice was. "No," she said, "singing never tires me." Harsanyi pushed back his hair with a nervous hand. "I don't know much about the voice, but I shall take liberties and teach you some good songs.
You and Thea will likely follow different lines, and I don't see as I'm called upon to bring you up alike." Anna looked meek and abused. "Of course all the church people must hear her. Ours is the only noisy house on this street. You hear what she's playing now, don't you?" Mrs. Kronborg rose from browning her coffee. "Yes; it's the Blue Danube waltzes. I'm familiar with 'em.
Bowers laughed. "No doubt about that. I'll have to suggest that you conceal it a little more effectually. That is necessary, Miss Kronborg," he added, looking back over the shoulder of the overcoat he was putting on. He went out to lunch and Thea thought the subject closed.
A child with talent must be kept at the piano, just as a child with measles must be kept under the blankets. Mrs. Kronborg and her three sisters had all studied piano, and all sang well, but none of them had talent. Their father had played the oboe in an orchestra in Sweden, before he came to America to better his fortunes. He had even known Jenny Lind.
She wore a tan bombazine dress, made very plainly, and carried a roomy, worn, mother-of-the-family handbag. Ray Kennedy always insisted that Mrs. Kronborg was "a fine-looking lady," but this was not the common opinion in Moonstone.
"If you want to see a clean ice-box, look at this one. Yes, Kennedy always carries fresh cream to eat on his oatmeal. I'm not particular. The tin cow's good enough for me." "Most of you boys smoke so much that all victuals taste alike to you," said Mrs. Kronborg. "I've got no religious scruples against smoking, but I couldn't take as much interest cooking for a man that used tobacco.
Thea fingered the black wool on the edge of her plush cape and replied, "Oh, thank you, Mr. Harsanyi, but I have to wash my hair to-night." Mrs. Harsanyi liked Miss Kronborg thoroughly. She saw in her the making of a pupil who would reflect credit upon Harsanyi. She felt that the girl could be made to look strikingly handsome, and that she had the kind of personality which takes hold of audiences.
Bring a big basket and pick till you are tired." When she got home Thea told her mother that she didn't want to go, because she didn't like Mrs. Archie. "She is certainly one queer woman," Mrs. Kronborg assented, "but he's asked you so often, I guess you'll have to go this time. She won't bite you." After dinner Thea took a basket, put Thor in his baby buggy, and set out for Dr.
You are very kind, Dr. Archie." Mr. Kronborg was ornamenting his desk-blotter with hieroglyphics. "I should think Denver might be better. There we could watch over her. She is very young." Dr. Archie rose. "Kennedy didn't mention Denver. He said Chicago, repeatedly. Under the circumstances, it seems to me we ought to try to carry out his wishes exactly, if Thea is willing." "Certainly, certainly.
Maybe Axel would make you a little house." "Oh, her can live in the barn, her can," Thor drawled indifferently. Thea laughed and squeezed his hand. She always liked his sturdy matter-of-factness. Boys ought to be like that, she thought. When they reached the depot, Mr. Kronborg paced the platform somewhat ceremoniously with his daughter.
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