"She stood there an image of grace, her chin bent lovingly down to her violin"
"Now, Hope, do just try this with me."
"Dolly—Miss Benham must be tired; she must want to rest," broke in Jimmy, his face flushing, his tone revealing his mortification.
Hope saw the flush, and noted the tone. She could not add to his mortification, and going back to the music-stand, she said quietly,—
"Oh, it is one of those pretty folk-songs. Yes, I'll try it with you; I'm not tired."
And so it was in this way that Kate Van der Berg's prophecy was fulfilled.
"I knew it would come about, I knew it, I knew it!" cried Kate, triumphantly, when Myra Donaldson told her what had happened, "for I never saw such a persistent girl in my life as Dorothea,—so persistent and so thick-skinned."
"But Hope couldn't help giving in to her," explained Myra; "she was so sorry for Dorothea's cousin."