There was the jingle of newly-acquired dollars in our applause.
But there was something else in it as well. Many of those who
were now paying tribute to the Stars and Stripes were listening to
the tune with grave, solemn mien. It was as if they were saying:
"We are not persecuted under this flag. At last we have found a
home." Love for America blazed up in my soul. I shouted to the
musicians, "My Country," and the cry spread like wildfire. The
musicians obeyed and we all sang the anthem from the bottom of
our souls
CHAPTER IV I WAS in the lobby, chatting with the clerk across
his counter and casting glances at the dining-room door. Miss
Tevkin had not yet finished her meal and I was watching for her to
appear. Presently she did, toying with Miss Siegel's hand
"Feeling better now?" I asked, stepping up to meet them. "I hope
you enjoyed your dinner."
"Oh, we were so hungry, I don't think we knew what we were
eating," Miss Tevkin returned, politely
"Going to take the air on the veranda?"
"Why--no. We are going out for a walk," she answered in a tone
that said as clearly as words that my company was not wanted.
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