As they parted outside her bedroom door, Meg threw her arms around her friend, then ran hastily into her room.
[CHAPTER XIV]
"THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER"
THE day of the concert arrived all too soon for Meg, who would have liked a little more time in which to perfect her songs, but as she awoke with the sun streaming in upon her she sprang up with a strong feeling of exhilaration.
She was not afraid of disappointing her audience, being fully conscious that her voice was far above the average, and that it would give real pleasure to those who listened. She had no conceit in her composition; she simply recognised the truth, that she had been given a remarkably beautiful voice, and was grateful.
On coming down to breakfast Sheila was struck by the happy expression of the girl's face.
"I believe that you are really looking forward to the ordeal," she said laughing.
"Yes, I am," said Meg simply. "I mean to give 'em a treat."
The smile on Sheila's face faded.
"You'll spoil it all if you talk like that," she said.