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Donnellysaidsomethingverycrosstooneofthenext-doorgirlsandtoldhertothrowitoutatonce:thatwasnoplay.Mariaunderstoodthatitwaswrongthattimeandsoshehadtodoitoveragain:andthistimeshegottheprayer-book.
AfterthatMrs.DonnellyplayedMissMcCloud’sReelforthechildrenandJoemadeMariatakeaglassofwine.SoontheywereallquitemerryagainandMrs.DonnellysaidMariawouldenteraconventbeforetheyearwasoutbecauseshehadgottheprayer-book.MariahadneverseenJoesonicetoherashewasthatnight,sofullofpleasanttalkandreminiscences.Shesaidtheywereallverygoodtoher.
AtlastthechildrengrewtiredandsleepyandJoeaskedMariawouldshenotsingsomelittlesongbeforeshewent,oneoftheoldsongs.Mrs.Donnellysaid“Do,please,Maria!”andsoMariahadtogetupandstandbesidethepiano.Mrs.DonnellybadethechildrenbequietandlistentoMaria’ssong.Thensheplayedthepreludeandsaid“Now,Maria!”andMaria,blushingverymuchbegantosinginatinyquaveringvoice.ShesangIDreamtthatIDwelt,andwhenshecametothesecondverseshesangagain:
IdreamtthatIdweltinmarblehallsWithvassalsandserfsatmyside,AndofallwhoassembledwithinthosewallsThatIwasthehopeandthepride.
Ihadrichestoogreattocount;couldboastOfahighancestralname,ButIalsodreamt,whichpleasedmemost,Thatyoulovedmestillthesame
