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Updated: May 29, 2025
Jane was a special friend of his, and he had a man's dislike of the idea of his chum failing in anything, publicly. The same quiet smile dawned in Jane's eyes and passed to her lips as when she had realised that her aunt meant her to volunteer in Velma's place. She glanced around. Most of the party had wandered off in twos and threes, some to the house, others back to the river.
"Dear aunt," said Jane, "if poor Madame Velma has a sudden attack of laryngitis, she could not possibly sing a note, even had the Queen commanded her. Her telegram is full of regrets." "Don't argue, Jane!" exclaimed the duchess, crossly. "And don't drag in the Queen, who has nothing to do with my concert or Velma's throat. I do abominate irrelevance, and you know it!
The last item of the local programme is in course of performance, after which the duchess explains Velma's laryngitis let us hope she will not call it 'appendicitis' and then I usher you up. Are you ready?" Garth Dalmain, as master of ceremonies, had sought Jane Champion on the terrace, and stood before her in the soft light of the hanging Chinese lanterns.
We will persuade Jane to drift to the piano accidentally and play over, just by chance, the opening bars of some of Velma's best things, and we shall soon hear the magic voice. She never can resist a perfectly played accompaniment." "Why call Madame Velma the `surprise packet'?" asked a girl, to whom the Overdene "best parties" were a new experience.
I offered to take Velma's place; and I sang." "Ah," said the doctor. "I sang The Rosary the song Flower asked for the last time I was here. Do you remember?" The doctor nodded. "I remember." "After that, all was changed between Garth and me. I did not understand it at first.
Velma Sigsbee would insist upon interrupting with silly questions, such as the price of a bob or the possible pain of operating for double dimples, but eventually Dozia told the story while Ted Guthrie held Velma's hand in a compelling grip. It was over on the long low bench by the ball field where practice should have been kicking up a dust.
Velma's name on the programme had raised great expectations; and here was Miss Champion, who certainly played very nicely, but was not supposed to be able to sing, volunteering to sing Velma's song. A more kindly audience would have cheered her to the echo, voicing its generous appreciation of her effort, and sanguine expectation of her success.
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