Robert, too, knew the bold, graceful chirography, and watched her
hungrily as she read.
"I should think," he said at last in an ill-used tone, "you might read
it aloud. It isn't very comforting to try and guess at it second-hand
from your face, if it is a speaking one!"
She looked up with a laugh.
"But thou art cross, then, my poor boy? Well, listen and I will read,
though blame me not if it is not always so pleasant to hear.
"MY DEAR FRIEND,--Time slips by so rapidly in our busy life that I can
hardly realize whence it has flown, or recall in just what manner the
hours have been spent. I told you in my last about the Bazar, and that
an organ-concert was in progress. I'm sure you'll be interested to know
it was a success, and the necessary funds are now nearly raised. Molly
gave a song, also a recitation, and I was so foolish as to consent to
read an original sketch.
"You should have heard and seen Molly! I was surprised at her myself! Her
singing is so easy and natural, and her manner so vivacious, that no one
seems to notice that she hasn't any voice. At any rate, they recalled
her twice, and it was then she gave the recital on, which is half a
song, you know, of 'Christmas at the Quarters.'
"They fairly shook the house with applause then, but she would not go
back again.
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