The audience, unfamiliar with these particular instruments, was not hypercritical, and so long as the players kept well together, and sounded no discords, their skill was judged to be excellent.

The Barcarolle had an attractive swing about it, and a romantic suggestion of gondolas and lapping water and moonlight serenades.

As the last notes of the air on the mandoline died away, Winona swept her thumb over the strings of her guitar in a tremendous final chord.

It had quite a magnificent and professional effect.

There was no mistake about the applause; it was simply clamorous.
"Stand up and bow!" whispered Margaret, nudging the unaccustomed performers.