“An outing in Western Maryland! Oh, and was that the secret you had to tell me?”
“Yes; the South Mountains, a spur of the famous Blue Ridge range, will make an ideal spot in which to spend a few weeks during the summer months.”
“It must be a beautiful spot,” said the girl. “I love the mountains, and always have. The Catskills especially, will always be dear to me. When do we start, auntie?”
“As soon as you have perfected your arrangements with Herr Deichenberg, and have rested sufficiently from your journey.”
“Herr Deichenberg? Oh, then you have already found my teacher?”
“Yes; and a perfect treasure he is, or I miss my guess. Do you remember David Warfield in ‘The Music Master,’ which we saw at the theater a year ago?”
“Indeed, yes, auntie. How could one ever forget?”
“Herr Deichenberg is a musician of the Anton Von Barwig type—kind, gentle, courteous—withal, possessing those sterling qualities so ably portrayed in the play by Mr. Warfield. The Herr has the most delightful brogue, and a shy manner, which I am sure will not be in evidence during lesson hours.”