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Mapper had chosen 'Annie Laurie, and she began by playing over the air. One or two of the children knew it, but not the words; these, it was found, were always very quickly learnt by singing a verse a few times over. 'Do you know 'Annie Laurie, Miss Trent? Mrs. Mapper asked. It was one of old Mr. Boddy's favourites; Thyrza had sung it to him since she was seven years old.
It was a royal thought which converted the sad dwelling into a home for those whose reawakening laughter would chide despondency from beneath the roof; whose happiness would ease the heavy heart and make memory a sacred solace. She had her abounding reward, and such as only the greatly loving may attain to. They withdrew without having excited attention; Mrs. Mapper saw them, but Mrs.
Ormonde took a room at a private hotel near King's Cross, whither her travelling bag was brought from Victoria. She avoided the part of the town in which acquaintances might hear of her, for her business had to be kept secret. A necessary letter despatched to Mrs. Mapper at The Chestnuts, she went once more to Bank Street and met her friend Dr. Lambe.
'You heard what the children said about 'good-night. I always go and see them as soon as they are tucked up in bed. I don't think they'd sleep if I missed. The kind office over, she spoke with Mrs. Mapper about the evening's singing. 'Did you know, the latter asked, 'what a voice Miss Trent has? 'She sings? I didn't know. 'I was so delighted that I had to stop singing myself.
After that, Mrs. Mapper played the favourite dance tunes, and the children danced merrily. Whilst they were so enjoying themselves, Mrs. Ormonde came into the room. She had dined, and wanted Thyrza to come and sit with her, for she was alone. But first she had five minutes of real laughter and play with the children.
Mapper sometimes played the kind of music that children would like. She taught them songs, moreover, and a singing evening was always much looked forward to. Saturday was always such; when the little choir had got a song perfect, Mrs. Ormonde was wont to come up and hear them sing it, making them glad with her praise. It happened that to-night there was to be practising of a new song; Mrs.
A few words were spoken to the matron apart, and Mrs. Ormonde withdrew. Half an hour later, Thyrza, after seeing the children and all that portion of the house which was theirs, was led by Mrs. Mapper to the drawing-room. The lady of the house was there alone; she invited her guest to sit down, and began to talk. 'Are you obliged to be home to-night? Couldn't you stay with us till to-morrow?
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