“Let's have this, Missy.” He turned to his grandmother. “Ought to hear her do this rag—I've been teaching her double-bass.”
Missy shrank back as he placed the rag-time on the music-rest.
“Oh, I'd rather not—to-day.”
Pete smiled down at her—his amiable but condescending smile.
“What's the matter with to-day?” he asked.
Missy blushed again.
“Oh, I don't know—I just don't feel that way, I guess.”
“Don't feel that way?” repeated Pete. “You're temperamental, are you? How do you feel, Missy?”
Missy feared she was letting herself in for embarrassment; but this was a holy subject. So she made herself answer:
“I guess I feel religious.”