“Seedney!” the German said quietly as soon as the song ended, “you bring Miss Jones to me—in the hall—no, on the porch, I must speak to her. It iss of great importance. Hurry!”
Still holding herself to quietness she rose and passed through the door to the porch.
CHAPTER IX
Mrs. Schmitz was waiting in a deserted corner of the porch far from the noisy company around the punch bowl; and when Sydney came forward with Ida, she stepped toward them, reaching both hands to the wondering girl, and asking in a tremulous voice,
“Girl! Girl! Where learned you that song?”
“I think my mother must have taught it to me when I was very little; I can’t remember when I did not sing it.”
“Your mutter—do you remember her?”
Ida looked around startled, and again at Mrs. Schmitz. “Oh, sometimes I think I can; a tall, lovely woman, not large like you. Then it fades,—that picture, and I see nothing but darkness and—” She shivered.