Burleigh's baby
this afternoon, we'll be more than satisfied. Now come; one sweet
solo--just one."
Stanton craned his neck from where he sat to see the result of this
onslaught, but Miss Burton shook her head.
"Well, then, won't you join in with us?" persisted Mrs. Chints.
"Sacred music is so lovely and appropriate on Sunday night."
"You are right in that respect, Mrs. Chints. If it is the wish of
those present I think some simple hymns in which we can all join
might be generally enjoyed."
"Now, my dear, you have just hit it," said the old lady at her
side. "I, for one, would very much like to hear some simple music
like that we had when I was young."
The old lady's preference was taken up and echoed on every side.
Indeed the majority were ready for any change from Mrs. Chints's
strident tones.
"Well, my dear," said the lady, "it shall be as you say." Then she
added, "sotto voce," with a complacent nod, "I suppose the music
we were giving is beyond the masses, but if you could once hear
Madame Skaronni render it in our choir at the Church of the (something
that sounded like 'pica-ninny,' as by Mrs. Chints pronounced) you
would wish for no other.
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