By the fourth bar there had been tears in
her eyes, and there was a catch in her breath when she exclaimed softly,
"You dear boys!" It was too soon, of course, to make Lemoyne "dear"--the
one boy was Cope. It was really his voice which she had heard through the
soaring, insinuating tones of the other. Foster, sitting beside her,
suddenly raised his shade and peered out questioningly, both at the singers
and at his sister-in-law. He seemed surprised--and more.
Pearson was surprised too, but kept his applause within limits. However, he
praised Lemoyne for his accompaniment. Then he begged Amy for an air on the
violin; and while they were determining who should play her accompaniment,
the wind raged more wildly round the gables and the thickening snow drove
with a fiercer impetus against the windows.
Lemoyne (who was a perfectly good sight-reader) begged that he might not be
condemned to spoil another's performance. This was the result of an
understanding between Cope and himself that neither was to contribute
further. Presently a simple piece was selected through which the unskilled
Carolyn might be trusted to pick her way.
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