Music by Billy Neilson'! We'd have sighing swains writing to 'Dear Miss Arkwright,' telling how touching were _her_ words; and lovelorn damsels thanking _Mr_.

Neilson for _his_ soul-inspiring music!" "Billy, my dear!" remonstrated Aunt Hannah, faintly.
"Yes, yes, I know; that was bad--and I won't again, truly," promised Billy.

But her eyes danced, and the next moment she had whirled about on the piano stool and dashed into a Chopin waltz.

The room itself, then, seemed to be full of the twinkling feet of elves..