"IhavejustbeentellingMissKronborgthatthoughI
　　cannotpromiseheranythingpermanent，Imightgiveher
　　somethingforthenextfewmonths。Mysopranoisayoungmarriedwomanandistemporarilyindisposed。Shewouldbegladtobeexcusedfromherdutiesforawhile。IlikeMissKronborg’ssingingverymuch，andIthinkshewouldbenefitbytheinstructioninmychoir。Singingheremightverywellleadtosomethingelse。WepayoursopranoonlyeightdollarsaSunday，butshealwaysgetstendollarsforsingingatfunerals。MissKronborghasasympatheticvoice，andIthinktherewouldbeagooddealofdemandforheratfunerals。SeveralAmericanchurchesapplytomeforasoloistonsuchoccasions，andIcouldhelphertopickupquitealittlemoneythatway。"
　　ThissoundedlugubrioustoDr。Archie，whohadaphysi—
　　cian’sdislikeoffunerals，buthetriedtoacceptthesug—
　　gestioncordially。
　　"MissKronborgtellsmesheishavingsometroublegettinglocated，"Mr。Larsenwentonwithanimation，stillholdinghisviolin。"Iwouldadvisehertokeepawayfromboarding—housesaltogether。AmongmyparishionerstherearetwoGermanwomen，amotheranddaughter。
　　ThedaughterisaSwedebymarriage，andclingstotheSwedishChurch。Theylivenearhere，andtheyrentsomeoftheirrooms。Theyhavenowalargeroomvacant，andhaveaskedmetorecommendsomeone。Theyhavenevertakenboarders，butMrs。Lorch，themother，isagoodcook，——atleast，Iamalwaysgladtotakesupperwithher，——andIthinkIcouldpersuadehertoletthisyoungwomanpartakeofthefamilytable。Thedaughter，Mrs。
　　Andersen，ismusical，too，andsingsintheMozartSociety。
　　Ithinktheymightliketohaveamusicstudentinthehouse。YouspeakGerman，Isuppose？"heturnedtoThea。
　　"Oh，no；afewwords。Idon’tknowthegrammar，"shemurmured。
　　Dr。Archienoticedthathereyeslookedaliveagain，notfrozenastheyhadlookedallmorning。"Ifthisfellowcan
　　helpher，it’snotformetobestand—offish，"hesaidtohim—
　　self。
　　"Doyouthinkyouwouldliketostayinsuchaquietplace，withold—fashionedpeople？"Mr。Larsenasked。"I
　　shouldn’tthinkyoucouldfindabetterplacetowork，ifthat’swhatyouwant。"
　　"Ithinkmotherwouldliketohavemewithpeoplelikethat，"Theareplied。"AndI’dbegladtosettledownmostanywhere。I’mlosingtime。"
　　"Verywell，there’snotimelikethepresent。LetusgotoseeMrs。LorchandMrs。Andersen。"
　　Theministerputhisviolininitscaseandcaughtupablack—and—whitecheckedtraveling—capthatheworewhenherodehishighColumbiawheel。Thethreeleftthechurchtogether。
　　II
　　SOTheadidnotgotoaboarding—houseafterall。WhenDr。ArchieleftChicagoshewascomfortablysettledwithMrs。Lorch，andherhappyreunionwithhertrunksomewhatconsoledherforhisdeparture。
　　Mrs。LorchandherdaughterlivedhalfamilefromtheSwedishReformChurch，inanoldsquareframehouse，withaporchsupportedbyfrailpillars，setinadampyardfullofbiglilacbushes。Thehouse，whichhadbeenleftoverfromcountrytimes，neededpaintbadly，andlookedgloomyanddespondentamongitssmartQueenAnneneighbors。
　　Therewasabigbackyardwithtworowsofappletreesandagrapearbor，andawarpedwalk，twoplankswide，whichledtothecoalbinsatthebackofthelot。Thea’sroomwasonthesecondfloor，overlookingthisbackyard，andsheunderstoodthatinthewintershemustcarryupherowncoalandkindlingfromthebin。Therewasnofur—
　　naceinthehouse，norunningwaterexceptinthekitchen，andthatwaswhytheroomrentwassmall。Alltheroomswereheatedbystoves，andthelodgerspumpedthewatertheyneededfromthecisternundertheporch，orfromthewellattheentranceofthegrapearbor。OldMrs。Lorchcouldneverbringherselftohavecostlyimprovementsmadeinherhouse；indeedshehadverylittlemoney。Shepreferredtokeepthehousejustasherhusbandbuiltit，andshethoughtherwayoflivinggoodenoughforplainpeople。
　　Thea’sroomwaslargeenoughtoadmitarenteduprightpianowithoutcrowding。Itwas，thewidoweddaughtersaid，"adoubleroomthathadalwaysbeforebeenoccupiedbytwogentlemen"；thepianonowtooktheplaceofasecondoccupant。Therewasaningraincarpetonthefloor，
　　greenivyleavesonaredground，andclumsy，old—fashionedwalnutfurniture。Thebedwasverywide，andthemat—
　　tressthinandhard。Overthefatpillowswere"shams"
　　embroideredinTurkeyred，eachwithafloweringscroll——onewith"Gute’Nacht，"theotherwith"GutenMorgen。"ThedresserwassobigthatTheawonderedhowithadeverbeengotintothehouseandupthenarrowstairs。Besidesanoldhorsehairarmchair，thereweretwolowplush"spring—rockers，"againstthemassivepedestalsofwhichonewasalwaysstumblinginthedark。Theasatinthedarkagooddealthosefirstweeks，andsometimesapainfulbumpagainstoneofthosebrutallyimmovablepedestalsrousedhertemperandpulledheroutofaheavyhour。Thewall—paperwasbrownishyellow，withblueflowers。Whenitwasputon，thecarpet，certainly，hadnotbeenconsulted。TherewasonlyonepictureonthewallwhenTheamovedin：alargecoloredprintofabrightlylightedchurchinasnow—storm，onChristmasEve，withgreenshangingaboutthestonedoorwayandarchedwindows。Therewassomethingwarmandhome，likeaboutthispicture，andTheagrewfondofit。Oneday，onherwayintotowntotakeherlesson，shestoppedatabookstoreandboughtaphotographoftheNaplesbustofJuliusCaesar。Thisshehadframed，andhungitonthebigbarewallbehindherstove。Itwasacuriouschoice，butshewasattheagewhenpeopledoinexplicablethings。ShehadbeeninterestedinCaesar’s"Commen—
　　taries"whensheleftschooltobeginteaching，andshelovedtoreadaboutgreatgenerals；butthesefactswouldscarcelyexplainherwantingthatgrimbaldheadtoshareherdailyexistence。Itseemedastrangefreak，whensheboughtsofewthings，andwhenshehad，asMrs。AndersensaidtoMrs。Lorch，"nopicturesofthecomposersatall。"
　　Boththewidowswerekindtoher，butThealikedthemotherbetter。OldMrs。Lorchwasfatandjolly，witharedface，alwaysshiningasifshehadjustcomefromthe
　　stove，brightlittleeyes，andhairofseveralcolors。Herownhairwasonecastofiron—gray，herswitchanother，andherfalsefrontstillanother。Herclothesalwayssmelledofsavorycooking，exceptwhenshewasdressedforchurchorKAFFEEKLATSCH，andthenshesmelledofbayrumorofthelemon—verbenasprigwhichshetuckedinsideherpuffyblackkidglove。HercookingjustifiedallthatMr。Larsenhadsaidofit，andTheahadneverbeensowellnourishedbefore。
　　Thedaughter，Mrs。Andersen，——Irene，hermothercalledher，——wasadifferentsortofwomanaltogether。
　　Shewasperhapsfortyyearsold，angular，big—boned，withlarge，thinfeatures，light—blueeyes，anddry，yellowhair，thebangtightlyfrizzed。Shewaspale，anaemic，andsenti—
　　mental。Shehadmarriedtheyoungestsonofarich，arro—
　　gantSwedishfamilywhowerelumbermerchantsinSt。
　　Paul。Thereshedweltduringhermarriedlife。OscarAndersenwasastrong，full—bloodedfellowwhohadcountedonalonglifeandhadbeenrathercarelessabouthisbusi—
　　nessaffairs。Hewaskilledbytheexplosionofasteamboilerinthemills，andhisbrothersmanagedtoprovethathehadverylittlestockinthebigbusiness。Theyhadstronglydisapprovedofhismarriageandtheyagreedamongthemselvesthattheywereentirelyjustifiedinde—
　　fraudinghiswidow，who，theysaid，"wouldonlymarryagainandgivesomefellowagoodthingofit。"Mrs。Ander—
　　senwouldnotgotolawwiththefamilythathadalwayssnubbedandwoundedher——shefeltthehumiliationofbe—
　　ingthrustoutmorethanshefeltherimpoverishment；soshewentbacktoChicagotolivewithherwidowedmotheronanincomeoffivehundredayear。Thisexperiencehadgivenhersentimentalnatureanincurablehurt。Somethingwitheredawayinher。Herheadhadadownwarddroop；
　　herstepwassoftandapologetic，eveninhermother’shouse，andhersmilehadthesickly，uncertainflickerthatsooftencomesfromasecrethumiliation。Shewasaffable
　　andyetshrinking，likeonewhohascomedownintheworld，whohasknownbetterclothes，bettercarpets，bet—
　　terpeople，brighterhopes。HerhusbandwasburiedintheAndersenlotinSt。Paul，withalockedironfencearoundit。Shehadtogotohiseldestbrotherforthekeywhenshewenttosaygood—byetohisgrave。SheclungtotheSwedishChurchbecauseithadbeenherhusband’schurch。
　　Ashermotherhadnoroomforherhouseholdbelongings，Mrs。Andersenhadbroughthomewithheronlyherbed—
　　roomset，whichnowfurnishedherownroomatMrs。
　　Lorch’s。Thereshespentmostofhertime，doingfancy—
　　workorwritingletterstosympathizingGermanfriendsinSt。Paul，surroundedbykeepsakesandphotographsoftheburlyOscarAndersen。Thea，whenshewasadmittedtothisroom，andshownthesephotographs，foundher—
　　selfwondering，liketheAndersenfamily，whysuchalusty，gay—lookingfelloweverthoughthewantedthispallid，long—cheekedwoman，whosemannerwasalwaysthatofwithdrawing，andwhomusthavebeenratherthin—bloodedevenasagirl。
　　Mrs。Andersenwascertainlyadepressingperson。ItsometimesannoyedTheaverymuchtohearherinsinuat—
　　ingknockonthedoor，herflurriedexplanationofwhyshehadcome，asshebackedtowardthestairs。Mrs。AndersenadmiredTheagreatly。Shethoughtitadistinctiontobeevena"temporarysoprano"——Theacalledherselfsoquiteseriously——intheSwedishChurch。ShealsothoughtitdistinguishedtobeapupilofHarsanyi’s。SheconsideredTheaveryhandsome，verySwedish，verytalented。SheflutteredabouttheupperfloorwhenTheawaspracticing。
　　Inshort，shetriedtomakeaheroineofher，justasTillieKronborghadalwaysdone，andTheawasconsciousofsomethingofthesort。WhenshewasworkingandheardMrs。Andersentip—toeingpastherdoor，sheusedtoshrughershouldersandwonderwhethershewasalwaystohaveaTilliedivingfurtivelyaboutherinsomedisguiseorother。
　　Atthedressmaker’sMrs。AndersenrecalledTillieevenmorepainfully。AfterherfirstSundayinMr。Larsen’schoir，Theasawthatshemusthaveaproperdressformorningservice。HerMoonstonepartydressmightdotowearintheevening，butshemusthaveonefrockthatcouldstandthelightofday。She，ofcourse，knewnothingaboutChicagodressmakers，sosheletMrs。AndersentakehertoaGermanwomanwhomsherecommendedwarmly。TheGermandressmakerwasexcitableanddramatic。Concertdresses，shesaid，wereherspecialty。Inherfitting—roomtherewerephotographsofsingersinthedressesshehadmadethemforthisorthatSANGERFEST。SheandMrs。An—
　　dersentogetherachievedacostumewhichwouldhavewarmedTillieKronborg’sheart。Itwasclearlyintendedforawomanofforty，withviolenttastes。Thereseemedtobeapieceofeveryknownfabricinitsomewhere。Whenitcamehome，andwasspreadoutonherhugebed，Thealookeditoverandtoldherselfcandidlythatitwas"ahorror。"However，hermoneywasgone，andtherewasnothingtodobutmakethebestofthedress。Sheneverworeitexcept，asshesaid，"tosingin，"asifitwereanunbecominguniform。WhenMrs。LorchandIrenetoldherthatshe"lookedlikealittlebird—of—Paradiseinit，"TheashutherteethandrepeatedtoherselfwordsshehadlearnedfromJoeGiddyandSpanishJohnny。
　　InthesetwogoodwomenTheafoundfaithfulfriends，andintheirhouseshefoundthequietandpeacewhichhelpedhertosupportthegreatexperiencesofthatwinter。
　　III
　　ANDORHARSANYIhadneverhadapupilintheleastlikeTheaKronborg。Hehadneverhadonemoreintelligent，andhehadneverhadonesoignorant。
　　WhenTheasatdowntotakeherfirstlessonfromhim，shehadneverheardaworkbyBeethovenoracompositionbyChopin。Sheknewtheirnamesvaguely。Wunschhadbeenamusicianonce，longbeforehewanderedintoMoon—
　　stone，butwhenTheaawokehisinteresttherewasnotmuchleftofhim。FromhimTheahadlearnedsomethingabouttheworksofGluckandBach，andheusedtoplayhersomeofthecompositionsofSchumann。InhistrunkhehadamutilatedscoreoftheFsharpminorsonata，whichhehadheardClaraSchumannplayatafestivalinLeipsic。Thoughhispowersofexecutionwereatsuchalowebb，heusedtoplayatthissonataforhispupilandmanagedtogivehersomeideaofitsbeauty。WhenWunschwasayoungman，itwasstilldaringtolikeSchumann；enthusiasmforhisworkwasconsideredanexpressionofyouthfulwayward—
　　ness。PerhapsthatwaswhyWunschrememberedhimbest。
　　TheastudiedsomeoftheKINDERSZENENwithhim，aswellassomelittlesonatasbyMozartandClementi。ButforthemostpartWunschstucktoCzernyandHummel。
　　HarsanyifoundinTheaapupilwithsure，stronghands，onewhoreadrapidlyandintelligently，whohad，hefelt，arichlygiftednature。Butshehadbeengivennodirection，andherardorwasunawakened。Shehadneverheardasymphonyorchestra。Theliteratureofthepianowasanundiscoveredworldtoher。Hewonderedhowshehadbeenabletoworksohardwhensheknewsolittleofwhatshewasworkingtoward。ShehadbeentaughtaccordingtotheoldStuttgartmethod；stiffback，stiffelbows，averyformal
　　positionofthehands。Thebestthingaboutherprepara—
　　tionwasthatshehaddevelopedanunusualpowerofwork。
　　Henoticedatonceherwayofchargingatdifficulties。Sherantomeetthemasiftheywerefoesshehadlongbeenseeking，seizedthemasiftheyweredestinedforherandsheforthem。Whatevershedidwell，shetookforgranted。
　　HereagernessarousedalltheyoungHungarian’schivalry。
　　Instinctivelyonewenttotherescueofacreaturewhohadsomuchtoovercomeandwhostruggledsohard。HeusedtotellhiswifethatMissKronborg’shourtookmoreoutofhimthanhalfadozenotherlessons。Heusuallykeptherlongovertime；hechangedherlessonsaboutsothathecoulddoso，andoftengavehertimeattheendoftheday，whenhecouldtalktoherafterwardandplayforheralittlefromwhathehappenedtobestudying。Itwasalwaysinterestingtoplayforher。Sometimesshewassosilentthathewondered，whenshelefthim，whethershehadgotanythingoutofit。Butaweeklater，twoweekslater，shewouldgivebackhisideaagaininawaythatsethimvibrating。
　　AllthiswasverywellforHarsanyi；aninterestingvaria—
　　tionintheroutineofteaching。ButforTheaKronborg，thatwinterwasalmostbeyondenduring。Shealwaysre—
　　membereditasthehappiestandwildestandsaddestofherlife。Thingscametoofastforher；shehadnothadenoughpreparation。ThereweretimeswhenshecamehomefromherlessonandlayuponherbedhatingWunschandherfamily，hatingaworldthathadlethergrowupsoignorant；
　　whenshewishedthatshecoulddiethenandthere，andbebornoveragaintobeginanew。Shesaidsomethingofthiskindoncetoherteacher，inthemidstofabitterstruggle。
　　Harsanyiturnedthelightofhiswonderfuleyeuponher——
　　poorfellow，hehadbutone，thoughthatwassetinsuchahandsomehead——andsaidslowly："Everyartistmakeshimselfborn。Itisverymuchharderthantheothertime，andlonger。Yourmotherdidnotbringanythingintothe
　　worldtoplaypiano。Thatyoumustbringintotheworldyourself。"
　　ThiscomfortedTheatemporarily，foritseemedtogiveherachance。Butagreatdealofthetimeshewascom—
　　fortless。HerletterstoDr。Archiewerebriefandbusiness—
　　like。Shewasnotapttochattermuch，eveninthestim—
　　ulatingcompanyofpeoplesheliked，andtochatteronpaperwassimplyimpossibleforher。Ifshetriedtowritehimanythingdefiniteaboutherwork，sheimmediatelyscratcheditoutasbeingonlypartiallytrue，ornottrueatall。Nothingthatshecouldsayaboutherstudiesseemedunqualifiedlytrue，oncesheputitdownonpaper。
　　Lateoneafternoon，whenshewasthoroughlytiredandwantedtostruggleonintothedusk，Harsanyi，tiredtoo，threwuphishandsandlaughedather。"Notto—day，MissKronborg。Thatsonatawillkeep；itwon’trunaway。
　　EvenifyouandIshouldnotwakenupto—morrow，itwillbethere。"
　　Theaturnedtohimfiercely。"No，itisn’thereunlessIhaveit——notforme，"shecriedpassionately。"OnlywhatIholdinmytwohandsisthereforme！"
　　Harsanyimadenoreply。Hetookadeepbreathandsatdownagain。"Thesecondmovementnow，quietly，withtheshouldersrelaxed。"
　　Therewerehours，too，ofgreatexaltation；whenshewasatherbestandbecameapartofwhatshewasdoingandceasedtoexistinanyothersense。Therewereothertimeswhenshewassoshatteredbyideasthatshecoulddonoth—
　　ingworthwhile；whentheytrampledoverherlikeanarmyandshefeltasifshewerebleedingtodeathunderthem。
　　Shesometimescamehomefromalatelessonsoexhaustedthatshecouldeatnosupper。Ifshetriedtoeat，shewasillafterward。Sheusedtothrowherselfuponthebedandliethereinthedark，notthinking，notfeeling，butevapo—
　　rating。Thatsamenight，perhaps，shewouldwakenuprestedandcalm，andasshewentoverherworkinhermind，
　　thepassagesseemedtobecomesomethingofthemselves，totakeasortofpatterninthedarkness。ShehadneverlearnedtoworkawayfromthepianountilshecametoHarsanyi，andithelpedhermorethananythinghadeverhelpedherbefore。
　　Shealmostneverworkednowwiththesunny，happycontentmentthathadfilledthehourswhensheworkedwithWunsch——"likeafathorseturningasorgummill，"
　　shesaidbitterlytoherself。Then，bystickingtoit，shecouldalwaysdowhatshesetouttodo。Now，every—
　　thingthatshereallywantedwasimpossible；aCANTABILE
　　likeHarsanyi’s，forinstance，insteadofherowncloudytone。Nousetellinghershemighthaveitintenyears。
　　Shewanteditnow。Shewonderedhowshehadeverfoundotherthingsinteresting：books，"AnnaKarenina"——allthatseemedsounrealandontheoutsideofthings。Shewasnotbornamusician，shedecided；therewasnootherwayofexplainingit。
　　Sometimesshegotsonervousatthepianothatsheleftit，andsnatchingupherhatandcapewentoutandwalked，hurryingthroughthestreetslikeChristianfleeingfromtheCityofDestruction。Andwhileshewalkedshecried。
　　Therewasscarcelyastreetintheneighborhoodthatshehadnotcriedupanddownbeforethatwinterwasover。
　　Thethingthatusedtolieunderhercheek，thatsatsowarmlyoverherheartwhensheglidedawayfromthesandhillsthatautumnmorning，wasfarfromher。ShehadcometoChicagotobewithit，andithaddesertedher，leavinginitsplaceapainfullonging，anunresigneddespair。
　　Harsanyiknewthathisinterestingpupil——"thesav—
　　ageblonde，"oneofhismalestudentscalledher——wassometimesveryunhappy。Hesawinherdiscontentacuriousdefinitionofcharacter。Hewouldhavesaidthatagirlwithsomuchmusicalfeeling，sointelligent，withgoodtrainingofeyeandhand，would，whenthussuddenlyin—
　　troducedtothegreatliteratureofthepiano，havefoundboundlesshappiness。Buthesoonlearnedthatshewasnotabletoforgetherownpovertyintherichnessoftheworldheopenedtoher。Oftenwhenheplayedtoher，herfacewasthepictureofrestlessmisery。Shewouldsitcrouchingforward，herelbowsonherknees，herbrowsdrawntogetherandhergray—greeneyessmallerthanever，reducedtomerepin—pointsofcold，piercinglight。Some—
　　times，whileshelistened，shewouldswallowhard，twoorthreetimes，andlooknervouslyfromlefttoright，drawinghershoulderstogether。"Exactly，"hethought，"asifshewerebeingwatched，orasifshewerenakedandheardsomeonecoming。"
　　Ontheotherhand，whenshecameseveraltimestoseeMrs。Harsanyiandthetwobabies，shewaslikealittlegirl，jollyandgayandeagertoplaywiththechildren，wholovedher。Thelittledaughter，Tanya，likedtotouchMissKronborg’syellowhairandpatit，saying，"Dolly，dolly，"
　　becauseitwasofacolormuchoftenerseenondollsthanonpeople。ButifHarsanyiopenedthepianoandsatdowntoplay，MissKronborggraduallydrewawayfromthechil—
　　dren，retreatedtoacornerandbecamesullenortroubled。
　　Mrs。Harsanyinoticedthis，also，andthoughtitverystrangebehavior。
　　AnotherthingthatpuzzledHarsanyiwasThea’sap—
　　parentlackofcuriosity。Severaltimesheofferedtogiveherticketstoconcerts，butshesaidshewastootiredorthatit"knockedherouttobeuplate。"Harsanyididnotknowthatshewassinginginachoir，andhadoftentosingatfunerals，neitherdidherealizehowmuchherworkwithhimstirredherandexhaustedher。Once，justasshewasleavinghisstudio，hecalledherbackandtoldherhecouldgivehersometicketsthathadbeensenthimforEmmaJuchthatevening。Theafingeredtheblackwoolontheedgeofherplushcapeandreplied，"Oh，thankyou，Mr。
　　Harsanyi，butIhavetowashmyhairto—night。"
　　Mrs。HarsanyilikedMissKronborgthoroughly。ShesawinherthemakingofapupilwhowouldreflectcredituponHarsanyi。Shefeltthatthegirlcouldbemadetolookstrikinglyhandsome，andthatshehadthekindofper—
　　sonalitywhichtakesholdofaudiences。Moreover，MissKronborgwasnotintheleastsentimentalaboutherhus—
　　band。Sometimesfromtheshowpupilsonehadtoendureagooddeal。"Ilikethatgirl，"sheusedtosay，whenHarsanyitoldherofoneofThea’sGAUCHERIES。"Shedoesn’tsigheverytimethewindblows。Withheroneswallowdoesn’tmakeasummer。"
　　Theatoldthemverylittleaboutherself。Shewasnotnaturallycommunicative，andshefoundithardtofeelconfidenceinnewpeople。Shedidnotknowwhy，butshecouldnottalktoHarsanyiasshecouldtoDr。Archie，ortoJohnnyandMrs。Tellamantez。WithMr。Larsenshefeltmoreathome，andwhenshewaswalkingshesometimesstoppedathisstudytoeatcandywithhimortoheartheplotofthenovelhehappenedtobereading。
　　OneeveningtowardthemiddleofDecemberTheawastodinewiththeHarsanyis。Shearrivedearly，tohavetimetoplaywiththechildrenbeforetheywenttobed。
　　Mrs。Harsanyitookherintoherownroomandhelpedhertakeoffhercountry"fascinator"andherclumsyplushcape。Theahadboughtthiscapeatabigdepartmentstoreandhadpaid$16。50forit。Asshehadneverpaidmorethantendollarsforacoatbefore，thatseemedtoheralargeprice。Itwasveryheavyandnotverywarm，orna—
　　mentedwithashowypatterninblackdisks，andtrimmedaroundthecollarandtheedgeswithsomekindofblackwoolthat"crocked"badlyinsnoworrain。Itwaslinedwithacottonstuffcalled"farmer’ssatin。"Mrs。Harsanyiwasonewomaninathousand。AssheliftedthiscapefromThea’sshouldersandlaiditonherwhitebed，shewishedthatherhusbanddidnothavetochargepupilslikethisonefortheirlessons。TheaworeherMoonstoneparty
　　dress，whiteorgandie，madewitha"V"neckandelbowsleeves，andabluesash。Shelookedveryprettyinit，andaroundherthroatshehadastringofpinkcoralandtinywhiteshellsthatRayoncebroughtherfromLosAngeles。
　　Mrs。Harsanyinoticedthatsheworehighheavyshoeswhichneededblacking。ThechoirinMr。Larsen’schurchstoodbehindarailing，soTheadidnotpaymuchattentiontohershoes。