"Well, let's not think of it just now," comforted Janet. "I don't suppose we can find out anything till he does come, so there's no use fretting. How would you like to hear some music, Cecily? Marcia's brought her violin."
"In the sudden light of the open door she stood revealed"
"How good of you!" cried Cecily, an almost pathetic eagerness in her voice. "It will be wonderful to hear it near by!"
So Marcia opened the case and took out the instrument, tuned it, tucked it lovingly under her chin, and slipped into a rollicking Hungarian dance by Brahms, while her little audience listened spellbound.
"Oh, something else, please!" sighed Cecily, blissfully, when it was ended. And Marcia, changing the theme, gave them the lullaby from "Jocelyn," and after that Beethoven's Minuet in G.
"Just one more," begged Cecily; "that is—if you're not too tired. The one I—I like so much!"
"I know—the 'Träumerei,'" nodded Marcia, and once more laid her bow across the strings.