[CHAPTER XXIV.]
THE DIPPING OF THE RED STARS.
"Will you oblige me at the piano, Miss Seymour?" Judge Livingstone asked, as they were seated in the parlor at Ingleside after the retirement of Judge Bonham.
With a show of embarrassment Alice consented as the judge escorted her to the instrument.
"Shall I play your favorite?" she asked a little coquettishly.
"Ah no; not mine, but yours, I beg, and please accompany the chords with your own sweet voice, will you not?"
Alice, thrumming the piano in a perfunctory way, lifted her eyes to her guest as she replied smilingly,
"I have no favorite, sir, indeed I have not. Shall I play yours?"