“No, no! no Wagner, please; we don’t want the music of the future; no promissory notes for us.[11]
“Well, I daresay you are right,” replied Blunderbore; “the music of the future is no pastime. What do you say to a present of Chopin Morceaux?”
“The very thing,” arose in a shout of delight from every side.
“All right, then; here goes,” said the giant; “and I am sure you will admit that I give you admirable concerted pieces.”
60 TO 1.
The ladies seemed to know what was going to happen, for about 60 of them at once clustered round Blunderbore.
“Are you ready?” said the giant.
“Yes,” rippled in feminine tones all around him.
AN ORGANIC CHANGE.