"Do you sing, Mr. Barton?"
"No; I wish I did."
Miss Angelica's piano was probably twenty-five years old, and was very much out of tune. But even if it had been a Chickering Grand, her playing would hardly have captivated a musical ear. She had little taste, and the lessons she had taken had only given her the ability to play a few easy tunes.
Bert found half an hour of Miss Angelica's music and society all he cared to enjoy at one time. He therefore excused himself, and taking his hat, went out for a walk. As he was a stranger in Harrisburg, he was not particular in what direction he strolled, but naturally bent his steps toward what appeared to be the central part of the city.
As he sauntered along, his attention was attracted to a flaring poster on a dead wall, setting forth the attractive features of
THE STREETS OF GOTHAM.
A Realistic Play of New York Life.
As given by a Star Combination of world-renowned Actors.
For one week only.
Reserved seats, 50 cents. Balcony, 25 cents.
Now Bert had seldom enjoyed an opportunity of attending a dramatic performance, and felt strongly tempted to avail himself of the one that now offered. He wished to be as economical as possible, and decided to content himself with a seat in the balcony.