Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
However, the Christmas dinner-party was a brilliant success, and after it Vera sat on the art nouveau music-stool and twittered songs, and what with her being so attractive and birdlike, and what with the Christmas feeling in the air... well, Stephen resigned himself to the music-stool.
Beatrice turned on the music-stool and looked her mother calmly in the face. There was not a trace of emotion in the clear, steady eyes. "I crying?" she said. "What should have made you think that? Have you ever seen me cry?" "No, never. I couldn't understand. You are all right?" "Perfectly all right, thank you. Hadn't you better see about the tea?" Mrs.
When they returned some time later, the curtains were drawn and candles lighted. "You have not yet tried the piano," said he, as he placed the music-stool. She seated herself, and, after running up and down the keys, and saying she liked the tone of the instrument, she began to play and sing "Robin Adair."
"I can sing 'Fluvy du Tajy," Swartz said, in a meek voice, "if I had the words." It was the last of the worthy young woman's collection. "O, 'Fleuve du Tage," Miss Maria cried; "we have the song," and went off to fetch the book in which it was. "Lor!" cried Miss Swartz, spinning swiftly round on the music-stool, "is it my Amelia? Amelia that was at Miss P.'s at Hammersmith? I know it is.
When her mother went out, however, she tried what she liked, and, if she had heard the piece before, she could generally make something satisfactory to herself out of it. One day Aunt Victoria found her sitting on the music-stool, solemnly pulling at her fingers, one after the other, as though to stretch them. "What are you doing, child?" she said.
'No-but-look-here-I-say, Charlie Woodruff expostulated to Vera when he was alone with her he often started an expostulation with that singular phrase. 'I'm awfully sorry. I don't know how it happened. You must let me give you something else. Vera shook her head. 'No, she said. 'I wanted Stephen awfully to give me that music-stool that I told you about a fortnight ago.
The music softens, wanes, and the dreams seem to die away too. 'That will do, Fräulein: you have not acquitted yourself so badly after all. And Jill gets off her music-stool reluctant, absent, half awake, and her day-dream broken up into chaos. As I opened the schoolroom door a half-forgotten picture of Cinderella came vividly before me.
Though the young men were ignorant of the meaning of the words still old Gueldmar translated them for their benefit, they could feel the intensity of the passion vibrating through her ringing tones, and Errington sighed involuntarily. She heard the sigh, and turned round on the music-stool laughing. "Are you so tired, or sad, or what is it?" she asked merrily. "It is too melancholy a tune?
That look of falling to pieces and ageing prematurely a general dilapidation of mind and body which it had grieved and startled him to see in Jane as she sat before him on the music-stool, was gone completely. She looked a calm, pleasant thirty; ready to go happily on, year by year, towards an equally agreeable and delightful forty; and not afraid of fifty, when that time should come.
"What! do you play the piano?" exclaimed the young lady, forgetting her dignity and clapping her hands. "Oh, my eye, what a novelty! Ma, Mr Reginald's going to play for musical chairs! Sam, do you hear? Mr Cruden plays the piano! Isn't it fun?" Reginald flung himself with a sigh down on the cracked music-stool.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking