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"That is a reflection in advance on my dealings with you during the next two years," said the tutor with a grin, as he swung himself half round on the piano-stool so as to get his hand within reach of the keys. "I don't mind you," said the boy, "but I hope this Cousin Edward, or whoever he is, won't try to `deal' with me too." "I am informed he is virtue and amiability itself," said the tutor.
Seated upon the piano-stool was a young-lady of at most eighteen years: her face, had it not been for its expression of exuberant drollery and malicious fun, would have been downright beautiful; her eyes, of the deepest blue, and shaded by long lashes, instead of indulging the character of pensive and thoughtful beauty for which Nature destined them, sparkled with a most animated brightness; her nose, which, rather short, was still beautifully proportioned, gave, with her well-curled upper lip, a look of sauciness to the features quite bewitching; her hair that brilliant auburn we see in a Carlo Dolci fell in wild and massive curls upon her shoulders.
Allen, who had left her cake-baking and hurried in from the kitchen. "Polly, spread your skirts you, too, Jim." Allen ran in front of the piano, holding out an imaginary dress in imitation of Polly. "Which I ain't got none," he cried. Parenthesis jumped in front of the piano-stool, trying vainly to hide it with his legs. "Parenthesis, put your legs together," Mrs. Allen cried.
"Dear me!" said Miss Desmond, "it's time already;" and as she dropped upon the piano-stool she called to Miss Axewright with an authority of tone which Gaites thought augured well for her success as a teacher, "Millicent!" The next morning when Gaites came down to breakfast he had a question which solved itself contrary to his preference as he entered the dining-room.
Alma was left with Beaton near the piano, and he began to talk about the Dryfooses as he sat down on the piano-stool. He said he had been giving Miss Dryfoos a lesson on the banjo; he had borrowed the banjo of Miss Vance. Then he struck the chord he had been trying to teach Christine, and played over the air he had sung. "How do you like that?" he asked, whirling round.
She continued to play for a moment, but even more softly; and then, as he kept silence, she revolved on the piano-stool and looked into his face. 'What is it? she asked in a caressing voice, intensifying her femininity, forgiving him, excusing him, thinking and making him think what a good fellow he was, despite certain superficial faults.
We must demonstrate our civilization to be complete at all points, and not simply a coddled exotic under glass. What if our Viennese guests, physically a stouter race than we, should pronounce our women too obviously not hod-carriers, and painfully unaccustomed to wheeling anything heavier than an arm-chair or a piano-stool? In that land of music concerts could not fail to be a leading feature.
"What have I done to make every woman I meet look at me as if I were a leper?" She rose from the piano-stool and confronted him bravely. It was now or never, if their future attitude each to the other was to be succinctly defined. "You know very well what you have done," she said evenly.
But this time Cornelius, walking up to it with his hands in his pockets, dropped on the piano-stool as if he had taken a fancy to it for a seat, and began to let his hands run over the keys as if to give the idea he could play if he would. Amy Amber was taking away the tea-things and the rest were here and there about the room, Mr.
Mrs. Bates carelessly seated herself on the piano-stool, with her back to the instrument. "I don't suppose," she observed, casually, "that I have sat down here for a month." "What!" cried Jane, with a stare. "If I had such a lovely room as this I should play in it every day." "Dear me," rejoined Mrs.
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