You saw for yourself that he played with head and heart, didn't
you?"
"Indeed, I did," I said, with ardor. "I liked his playing very much."
"Yes, it comes right from his heart," she pursued. "He has a golden
temperament. The piano just talks under his fingers. I mean what I
say.
People think a piano is just a row of dead pieces of bone or wood.
It is not. No, sirrah. It has speech just like a human being,
provided you know how to get it out of the keyboard. Bennie
does."
In a certain sense this unlettered woman was being educated by her
little boy in the same manner as Dora had been and still was,
perhaps, by Lucy
There were at least three girls in the gathering who were decidedly
pretty.
One of these was a graduate of Normal College. She was
dark-eyed, like Miss Kalmanovitch, but slender and supple and
full of life. Everybody called her affectionately by her first name,
which was Stella. At the supper-table, in the dining-room, I was
placed beside Miss Kalmanovitch, but I gave most of my attention
to Stella, who was seated diagonally across the table from us.
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