“I mean to buy one when I am rich enough,” said Fred.
“Shall you go around with it?” asked Laura; “or only keep it in the parlor for the entertainment of visitors?”
“You may laugh as much as you like,” said Fred; “but a hand-organ, that is, a good one, sounds splendid.”
“Did you ever see such a barbarian? Gilbert, what else do you sing?”
The evening slipped away almost before they were aware. To Gilbert, it was positively delightful. Not that he was in love with Laura, but, never having had a sister, it was an agreeable novelty to him to meet a young girl so frank and attractive as Laura.
“I hope you will come again soon, Mr. Greyson,” said Mrs. Vivian, when our hero rose to take his leave.
“Yes, do come,” said Laura.
“I shall consider it a privilege to call,” said Gilbert, with sincerity.
“By the way,” said Mr. Vivian, “I have taken several tickets for a concert in Steinway Hall next Wednesday evening. I have a spare one for you, Mr. Greyson, if you have no engagement.”
“I shall be very glad to accept one, sir.”