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"But some one has to worry." "Then let me do it," Celia answered, smiling. Half an hour later she was standing by the spinet, absently touching the tuneless keys, when a voice from the window startled her. It was Morgan, who with his elbows on the sill, was looking in. "Better sell it, Miss Celia." Sell it! The idea had never occurred to her.
But she did pore over "Rasselas," and an odd collection of adventures in Eastern lands, very like the "Arabian Nights." But now she went straight at her spinet. She was thrilled through and through with the sound of the notes, and often before she was aware her little fingers would wander off in some melody, recalling how a bird sang or how a streamlet rippled over the stones.
"But you don't dislike the spinet, Ursula? It caught my fancy. Do you know I have a faint remembrance that once, on such a thing as this, my mother used to play?" He spoke in a low voice; Ursula stole up to him with a fond, awed look. "You never told me anything about your mother?" "Dear, I had little to tell.
Carvel was such, however, that she seemed to care but little for the attention she received, and she continued to grace his board and entertain his company. He fairly worshipped her. It was his delight to surprise her with presents from England, with rich silks and brocades for gowns, for he loved to see her bravely dressed. The spinet he gave her, inlaid with ivory, we have still.
There were so many tables, little and larger, with claw-feet or spindle-legs, that one had to be careful not to overturn their loads of Chinese dragons, ivory carvings, grotesque Delft beasts, and fans, French or Spanish or of the Orient. There was also a spinet, and a corner closet of books, of which every packet brought her a variety.
She could play on her old-fashioned spinet for the children to dance, and sometimes she sang the songs of her youth, though her voice had grown a trifle unsteady in singing. The sun was setting the west in a glow of magnificence as they walked up to the Royall house. Madam Royall and her daughter Mrs. Chapman were waiting to welcome them.
"What could I get for it?" she asked, going to the window. "Two hundred maybe more." Two hundred dollars would be a great help toward Tom's expenses, but to give up her grandmother's spinet? It took on a new value. "Let me have it to do over and I guarantee you two hundred dollars," said Morgan. "I'll think of it and let you know," was Celia's answer.
He had begun work on the spinet several days ago, he said, and upon removing the top had noticed something wedged in under the strings, which upon investigation he found to be the case containing the ring. "But where is the other ring?" Rosalind asked.
Meanwhile the brilliant light shed on the scene came from three silver candelabra, though they had no candles set up in them; and, what is the greatest miracle of all, August looked on at these mad freaks and felt no sensation of wonder! He only, as he heard the violin and the spinet playing, felt an irresistible desire to dance too.
Four of them were boys, who kept Ribaut's dogs, and another was his cook. Besides these, he had left a brewer, an old crossbow-maker, two shoemakers, a player on the spinet, four valets, a carpenter of threescore, Challeux, no doubt, who has left us the story of his woes, with a crowd of women, children, and eighty-six camp-followers.
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