"It is an honor of which we never dreamed.

This concert will be recorded in Oakdale history." "It is well," said the virtuoso.

"Bring me the violin of my child.

I will speak to her through it." Grace flew to the dressing room, where Eleanor's violin lay in its open case upon a table near the door.

Hastily securing both violin and bow, she flitted out of the room--without having been noticed by the girls at the further end.
"Here it is," she breathed, as she handed it to Eleanor's father.