"No," she said to me in her frank way, "it's time for the other girls to
show off now--I'm done."
"(I'm sure Molly will never be too highly cultivated to call a spade a
spade!)
"Morton is developing a good voice, and sang in the choruses. I think I
have spoken to you of the young man he meets so often in the laboratory,
and so greatly admires, Mr. Preston Garth. He also sang that night--he
has a magnificent baritone--and it was quite funny to hear his and
Molly's sparring, when he went home with us afterwards.
"He tells her frankly that she has no method, no voice, no tone, etc.,--I
am not used to musical terms,--and she saucily replies by telling him
that, where one person will enjoy his studied renderings of the old
masters, a score will appreciate and be the happier for her little
ballads, simply because she discards all methods and sings from the
heart; and usually Molly talks him into silence, I suppose because he is
too much of a gentleman to set her down as she deserves--the pert little
Miss!
"It is useless for me to interfere, however, as both insist on finishing
the argument in their own way. Mrs. Smythe has a party tonight; you
remember Mrs. Smythe's parties--'a little gossip, less lemonade, and no
cordiality'--to quote Mr.
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