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The sweet, slender voice floated through the room, and Mary Leonard's deeper contralto joined and strengthened it. "Now, I will have 'Flow Gently, Sweet Afton," said Miss Pinsett, quite as if it were a matter of course. And they sang "Flow Gently, Sweet Afton."
The two women left the piano and came forward. "You used to know Mary Greenleaf, she's Mrs. Leonard now, and Lucy Eastman, Tom," she went on. Apparently Mr. Endover was not heeding the introduction, but was coming towards them with instant recognition and outstretched hand. They often discussed afterward if he would have known them without Miss Pinsett.
"But we must go," exclaimed Mary Leonard at last, rising and taking up her bonnet. "Oh, no, thank you, we must not stay. Miss Pinsett; we are going to-morrow, and we are tired with all the pleasure of to-day, and we have so much so much to talk over. We shall talk all night, as we used to, I am afraid."
"But before you go, girls," said Miss Pinsett, laying a fragile, white slender hand on each, "you must sing for me some of the songs you used to sing you know some very pretty duets." Mary Leonard and Lucy Eastman paused, amazed, and looked into each other's faces in dismay. Sing? had they ever sung duets? They had not sung a note for years, except in church.
"My husband only lived three years." "Poor girl, poor girl!" said Miss Pinsett, patting her hand, and then she looked at the other. "I'm Lucy Eastman still," she said; "just the same Lucy Eastman." "And a very good thing to be, too," said Miss Pinsett, nodding her delicate old head kindly.
"But," and she scanned her face, "but, now that I look at you, not quite the same Lucy Eastman not quite the same." "Older and plainer," she sighed. "Of all the nonsense!" exclaimed old Miss Pinsett. "You're not quite so shy, that's all, my dear." "I'm shy now," asserted Lucy. "Very likely, but not quite so shy as you were, for all that. Don't tell me!
"Why, girls!" exclaimed old Miss Pinsett as she glided into the room. Mary Leonard and Lucy Eastman declared, then and afterward, that she wasn't a day older than when they said good-by to her thirty-five years ago. She wore the same gray curls and the same kind of cap.
She confided to her mother her readiness to accept the recent invitation. "Go, my dear, by all means," said the invalid; "I am sure you must want a change, especially after so many weeks of looking after me." "Pinsett," said Claudia, salving her own conscience, "is so very careful and efficient." "And so good," added Mrs. Haberton; "you may be sure I shall be safe in her hands."
Also, they both declared that this was the climax, and that they should have wept aloud if it had not been so evident that to Miss Pinsett there was nothing in the meeting but happiness and good fortune, so they did not. "Why, girls," said old Miss Pinsett again, clasping both their hands, "how glad I am to see you, and how well you are both looking!"
What do you say? Shall we stop and see Miss Pinsett?" The dimples had come back again, and her eyes danced. Lucy caught her breath. "Oh, Mary, if only she " her sentence was left unfinished. "I'll find out," said Mary Leonard, and put her head out of the window. "Driver," she called out, "stop at Miss Pinsett's." The driver nodded and drove on, and she sank back pleased with her own temerity.
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