Marcia and Janet exchanged glances. So the watching was not all on their side of the fence! Here was a revelation!
"That last thing you played the other day—will you—will you tell me what it was?" went on their new companion, shyly.
"Why, that was Schumann's 'Träumerei,'" answered Marcia. "I love it, don't you?"
"Yes but I never heard it before; that is, I never remember hearing it, and yet—somehow I seemed to know it. I can't think why. I don't understand. It's as if I'd dreamed it, I think."
Marcia and Janet again exchanged glances. What a strange child this was, who talked of having "dreamed" music that was quite familiar to almost every one.
"Perhaps you heard it at a concert," suggested Janet.
"I never went to a concert," she replied, much to their amazement. And then, perceiving their surprise, she added:
"You see, I've always lived 'way off in the country, in just a little village—till now."
"Oh—yes," answered Janet, pretending enlightenment, though in truth she and Marcia were more bewildered than ever.