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Chapter 11

           

           "Oh,Isay,Rosy,"saidFred,asshewaspassingoutoftheroom,"ifyouaregoingtothepiano,letmecomeandplaysomeairswithyou."

           "Praydonotaskmethismorning."

           "Whynotthismorning?"

           "Really,Fred,Iwishyouwouldleaveoffplayingtheflute.Amanlooksverysillyplayingtheflute.Andyouplaysooutoftune."

           "Whennextanyonemakeslovetoyou,MissRosamond,Iwilltellhimhowobligingyouare."

           "Whyshouldyouexpectmetoobligeyoubyhearingyouplaytheflute,anymorethanIshouldexpectyoutoobligemebynotplayingit?"

           "Andwhyshouldyouexpectmetotakeyououtriding?"

           Thisquestionledtoanadjustment,forRosamondhadsethermindonthatparticularride.

           SoFredwasgratifiedwithnearlyanhour’spracticeof"Arhydynos,""Yebanksandbraes,"andotherfavoriteairsfromhis"InstructorontheFlute;"awheezyperformance,intowhichhethrewmuchambitionandanirrepressiblehopefulness.

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