“Thank you for the compliment,” said Philip, with a low bow.
“I like your playing ever so much better than Paul Beck’s.”
“You are too kind,” said Philip, with another bow.
“Isn’t he just lovely, Jedidiah!” said Maria, as she walked away with her lover.
“Maybe he is—I ain’t a judge!” said Mr. Burbank, not very enthusiastically.
So the evening passed. Philip continued to win the favorable opinion of the merry party by his animated style of playing.
When at half-past eleven the last dance was announced, he was glad, for after his long walk, and the efforts of the evening, he felt tired.
At the conclusion, Mr. Ingalls handed him three dollars, saying:
“Here’s your money, Mr. Gray, and we are much obliged to you besides.”
“Thank you!” said our hero, carelessly slipping the money into his vest pocket.