Her solo ended, the singer, bowing low, retired, but not for long, for others beside Randy realized the beauty of the song and the wonderful voice of the vocalist, and round after round of applause pleaded for her return.
Yet more applause, and again she stood before them, gracefully bowing her acknowledgment of the compliment.
Again the sweet notes filled the hall, and Randy leaned eagerly forward to catch each silvery tone.
When the song was finished, Helen said "Was not that a wonderful bit of music?"
"Oh, yes," said Randy, "how I wish that I could tell her that I think her voice is like the violins."
"I know her very well," Helen replied, "and I will tell her how her singing has entranced you."
"Tell her," said Randy, eagerly, "that I think nothing in all the world was ever half so sweet."
Then another number by the orchestra held Randy's attention and thus through the afternoon until she felt as if her pulses were throbbing with the rhythm of the music. She marveled that between the numbers many of the vast audience talked and chatted merrily. The lovely little girl across the aisle was fast asleep. Why were they ready to talk after listening to such grand music, and how could anyone, even a child, sleep when there was yet another witching air to be sung, another composition for those wonderful musicians to execute!
Miss Dayton found it an interesting study to watch Randy's face, and to see portrayed there the varying movements of each composition.
Just before the last selection was rendered, Helen penciled a hasty note upon her card, and giving it to an usher, bade him take it to the great singer and wait for a word in reply. The man took the card and hastened to the room at the rear of the stage returning almost immediately with the card which bore upon the reverse side these words,