. St. Nicholas [serial] . ttle wand beat out the time,sharply, persistently. One, two, three ! The Drum was off thecount again, and banged away with untimelyzeal on the wrong note, bar after bar, followedwith stupid devotion by the Cymbals. TheQuail had lost her place, and determined thatnothing should induce her to admit the fact,piped persistently, in season and out of season, >9°5-] THE MAIDS AND THE MOTTO. 971 regardless of the efforts of the Cuckoo, who satnext her, and who showed a soaring though mis-taken ambition to outplay the entire little wind-things burred and chir
. St. Nicholas [serial] . ttle wand beat out the time,sharply, persistently. One, two, three ! The Drum was off thecount again, and banged away with untimelyzeal on the wrong note, bar after bar, followedwith stupid devotion by the Cymbals. TheQuail had lost her place, and determined thatnothing should induce her to admit the fact,piped persistently, in season and out of season, >9°5-] THE MAIDS AND THE MOTTO. 971 regardless of the efforts of the Cuckoo, who satnext her, and who showed a soaring though mis-taken ambition to outplay the entire little wind-things burred and chirredwhenever the conductor cast an unwary glance intheir direction. The Nightingale had bubbleditself out of water, and refused to emit any-thing but a dismal squeak in response to themost frantic efforts. Only the piano kept on itsway, undisturbed. The secretary rapped sharply on her stand. We will begin back at G, she commanded,pushing the hair from her hot face. All the in-struments count sixteen bars before coming SHE was flaying THE MELODY IN F. The piano gave out the melody, softly. Ah,that was playing! No wonder the presidentloved her piano. It responded to her touch asif it loved her, sure, spirited, beautiful. It sang,it rippled, it stormed, as she chose to have it. Shelooked up with eyes full of mischievous laughterto meet the secretarys anguished glance, as theinstruments straggled in among the bars, like aflock of timid sheep into a forbidden meadow. They began at G again. The secretary wentdown and found their places for them, went back and beat the time, hopefully. One, two, three ! All together now ! Onthe key or off, in time or out — bang! crash !gurgle ! cuckoo ! cuckoo ! cuckoo ! squeak ! It will come out all right in time, encour-aged the president, gathering up her music whenthe rehearsal was over; when they once getthe knack of it, you know ! The exhausted secretary did not went up to her own room and shut thedoor. She sat do
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