"Who is your teacher?"
"Monsieur De Lancey. He comes from Montreal twice a week to give us lessons. But you play better than he does."
"Little flatterer!" kissing her and laughing, and the white hands busy again. "Papa, what will you have?"
"A song, my dear."
"Well, what do you like? Casta Diva?"
"I'd be sorry to like it! can you sing the Lass o' Gowrie?"
"I shall try, if you wish."
She broke into singing as she spoke, and Grace's work dropped in her lap as she listened. What an exquisite voice it was! So clear, so sweet, so powerful. The mute-wrapped stillness that followed the song was the best applause. Miss Danton rose up, laughing at her sister's entranced face.
"Oh, don't stop!" Eeny cried, imploringly. "Sing again, Kate."
There was a loud ring at the doorbell before Kate could answer. Captain Danton and Grace had been listening an instant before to a carriage rolling up the drive. The former started up now and hurried out of the room; and Kate stood still, intently looking at the door.