“No—well, yes. There’s the music stands to pull out. I borrowed some extra ones. There’ll be eight of us, I imagine.”
“What, a rehearsal again?” Judy asked. “I thought you and Mother were going to have people over tonight just to have fun.”
Mr. Lurie got up and reluctantly closed his desk. “So we are,” he smiled at her. “Whenever musicians get together, they make music. That’s their fun.”
“Hmmmm,” was all Judy said.
“What’s that book you brought home?” He glanced at the title. It was his turn to say, “Hmmmm.”
“You’ve forgotten, Dad, I’m going with Lynne and Allen to Ashcroft. I thought I’d give Lynne a shock by surprising her with my knowledge of the history of these parts around here. No one seems to know anything about Ashcroft.”
“Very commendable,” her father said seriously. “By the way, if you should uncover any clues to hidden treasures overlooked by the early settlers, let me know. A few silver nuggets would come in very handy.”
“Oh, Father,” Judy said impatiently. It’s no use, she decided.
During dinner Mr. and Mrs. Lurie were discussing the next important event of the concert season. In addition to the regular program, original compositions would be played. The judges would make the award to the composer of the best piece of original music and to the most promising conductor.
“Is Karl’s composition going to be played that day?”