“Of course I shall, then, boy,” returned his hostess promptly. “You like music, Hugh?”
“Well,” put in the nurse with a little laugh, “if you had seen his eyes when Mrs. Lumbard was playing!”
“H’m,” grunted Miss Frink. “Well, that’s easy. Now go to sleep, Prince Charming, and later this afternoon you shall have another concert.”
Hugh stifled a groan and held out his pale right hand. “You know I thank you, Miss Frink, for all your kindness.”
“Ho,” returned that lady, taking the hand in her dry grasp, and quickly dropping it. “If I should begin thanking you, when do you suppose I should stop talking?”
She swept out of the room and Hugh closed his eyes.
CHAPTER IX
THE NEW READER
The Queen of Farrandale had long passed the time for waiting patiently for anything she wished for, so it was the very next day that Millicent Duane came to the big house for a trial reading.