The night of the musicale
Travis Dent was not on the programme, but she sang more than once, and
each time, except the first, at the request of the most noted musical
people among the guests. It was the general who led her to the piano,
first saying that no programme was complete without his favourite
ballad.
But Mary Lee saw, with a thrill of gratified pride in her friend's
triumph, that it was not her voice alone which drew so many admirers
round her, and kept them drifting back many times during the evening.
It was the charm of Travis Dent's own gracious personality. Mary Lee
had her share of the lions, too, that evening, for the general saw to
that. He introduced them himself, and his deferential attentions to
the two girls had the effect he intended. It argued that they were
well worth the knowing.
"Didn't I tell you they were a flock of pretty sheep?" he asked,
several days afterward. "Hasn't a change come over the spirit of your
dream?"
"Yes, indeed," answered Mary Lee, gaily. "All thanks to you. And it
seems so funny. All the girls have been talking so much about that Mr.
Hendrick Lang, and exclaiming over his new novel. He has called on
Travis twice since the musicale, and this afternoon he took us both
out for a drive. When we came back Miss Glendenning asked us to walk
down to the spring with her as cordially as if we had been old friends
always.
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