turning to Dorothy. “You have an excellent touch and your execution iss above reproach, considering de lessons you have had. I am sure ve shall have no trouble in making of you a great musician.”
Flushing, partly from her exertions, partly through the rare compliment the great professor had paid her ability, the girl turned to Aunt Betty and murmured:
“Oh, auntie, dear, I’m so glad!”
“And I am delighted,” said Aunt Betty. “That is positively the most entrancing music I have ever heard.”
Herr Deichenberg showed his teeth in a hearty laugh.
“She shall vait until you have practiced a year, my little girl,” he said, winking at his prospective pupil. “Den who shall say she vill not be charmed by vhat she hears? But come,” he added, sobering, “let us try somet’ing of a different nature. If you are as proficient in de second piece as in de first, I shall have no hesitation in pronouncing you one of de most extraordinary pupils who has ever come under my observation.”
Dorothy bowed, and throwing her violin into position, waited for the Herr professor to select from the music on the piano the piece he wished her to play.
“Ah! here iss ‘Hearts und Flowers.’ Dat iss a pretty air und may be played with a great deal of expression, if you please. Let me hear you try it, Miss Dorothy.”
Again the baton was waved above the Herr professor’s head. The next instant they swung off into the plaintive air, Dorothy’s body, as before, keeping time to the rhythm of the notes, the music master playing the accompaniment with an ease that was astonishing. In every movement the old German showed the finished musician. Twice during the rendition of the piece did he stop Dorothy, to explain where she had missed the fraction of a beat, and each time, to his great satisfaction, the girl rallied to the occasion, and played the music exactly as he desired.
The ordeal over at last, Herr Deichenberg was even more lavish in his praise of Dorothy’s work.
“Of course, she iss not a perfect violinist,” he told Aunt Betty. “Ve could hardly expect dat, you know. But for a young lady of her age und experience she has made rapid progress. Herr Wilmot, who gave de first lessons had de right idea, und there iss nothing dat he taught her dat ve shall have to change.”
Out on the broad gallery, as he was taking his leave, the professor looked proudly at Dorothy again.
“I repeat dat I am glad to meet you und have you for a pupil. Vhen shall de first lesson be given?”
Dorothy threw a quick glance at Aunt Betty.
“Not for at least four weeks, Herr Deichenberg,” said that lady.
“Eh? Vhat!” cried the old music master. “Not for four veeks! Vhy iss it dat you vait an eternity? Let us strike vhile de iron iss hot, as de saying has it.”
“But, Herr, my little girl has just returned from a winter of strenuous study at the Canadian school of Oak Knowe, and I have promised her a rest before she takes up her music.”
“If dat iss so, I suppose I shall have to curb my impatience,” he replied, regretfully. “But let de time be as short as possible. If you are going avay, please notify me of your return, und I vill manage to come to Bellvieu to give Miss Dorothy her first lesson. But don’t make it too long! I am anxious – anxious. She vill make a great musician – a great musician. So goot day, ladies. It has been a pleasure to me – dis visit.”
“Let us hope there will be many more, Herr Deichenberg,” said Aunt Betty.
They watched the figure of the little music teacher until it disappeared through the gate and out of sight behind the hedge. Then they turned again to their comfortable rockers, to discuss the visit and Dorothy’s future.
“Oh, Aunt Betty,” confessed the girl, “I was terribly nervous until I felt my violin under my chin. It seemed to give me confidence, and I played as I have never played before. Somehow, I felt I could not make a mistake. I’m so glad the Herr professor was pleased. Isn’t he a perfect dear? So genteel, so polished, in spite of his dialect – just the kind of a man old Herr Von Barwig was in ‘The Music Master.’”
Dinah came out on the gallery to say that Dorothy was wanted at the ’phone.
“Oh, I wonder who it can be?” said the girl. “I didn’t think any of my friends knew I was home.”
She hastened inside, and with the receiver at her ear, in keen anticipation murmured a soft:
“Hello!”
“Hello, Dorothy, dear! How are you?”
It was a girl’s voice and the tones were familiar.
“Who is this? I – I don’t quite catch the – ! Oh, surely; it’s Aurora Blank!”
“You’ve guessed it the first time. I only learned a few moments ago that you were home. I’m just dying to see you, to learn how you liked your trip and the adventures you had at school. You’ll tell me about them in good time, won’t you, Dorothy?”
“Why, yes, of course. On our camping trip, perhaps.”
“Won’t that be jolly? Papa says we’re to stay in the mountains as long as we like – that’s what he bought the auto for. Gerald and I have been planning to start the first of the week if you can be ready.”
“Oh, I’m sure we can. I’ll speak to Aunt Betty and let you know.”
“Do so, and I’ll run over to Bellvieu to-morrow to discuss the details. Did that nice boy, Jim Barlow, return to Baltimore with you?”
“Yes; he is going with us on the trip – at least, Aunt Betty said he was included in the invitation.”
“Indeed he is! I like him immensely, dear – lots more than he likes me, I reckon.”
“Oh, I don’t know!”
“I’m sure of it.”
“Aurora, I’m afraid you’re trying to make a conquest.”
“No, I’m not – honor bright. But he’s a dear boy and you can tell him I said so.”
“I’ll do that,” said Dorothy, with a laugh. Then she said good-by and hung up the receiver. “I guess I won’t!” she muttered, as she went out to join Aunt Betty again. “Jim Barlow would have a conniption fit if he ever knew what Aurora Blank had said.”
CHAPTER IV
THE BEGINNING OF THE TRIP
“I’m glad to see you again, Miss Blank. You’ll find Dorothy waiting for you in the house.”
It was the following morning, and Jim had been roaming about the grounds when Aurora came in. At first he had seemed disinclined to be affable, for her actions on Dorothy’s houseboat had been anything but ladylike, until, like many another young girl, she had been taught a lesson; but he decided to be civil for the Calverts’ sake, at least.
“But I want to see you, Jim,” Aurora persisted. “You don’t mind my calling you ‘Jim,’ do you?”
“No.”
“And
