"Well then, if you will promise to do that--if you will promise not to play yourself for just him alone but for me too--I'll fix it so that you can go into the studio yonder."
"Oh, I will always play for you, too, anyway--now that I know you."
"Of course," he said, "we could just walk up to the door, and I could introduce you; but that would not be proper for us would it?"
She shook her head positively, "I wouldn't like to do that. He would think I was intruding, I am sure."
"Well then, we will do it this way--the first day that Mr. King and I are both away, and Tee Kee is gone, too; I'll slip out here and leave a letter and a key on your gate. The letter will tell you just the time when we go, and when we will return--so you will know whether it is safe for you or not, and how long you can stay. Only"--he became very serious--"only, you must promise one thing."
"What?"
"That you won't look at the picture on the easel."
"But why must I promise that?"
"Because that picture will not be finished for a long time yet, and you must not look at it until I say it is ready. Mr. King wouldn't like you to see that picture, I am sure. In fact, he doesn't like for any one to see the picture he is working on just now."
"How funny," she said, with a puzzled look. "What is he painting it for? I like for people to hear my music."