It would be delightful to have him sing and Anita to play a violin obligato." "Admirable! Admirable!" cried Neroda, "Mr.Broussard has a superb voice--much too good for an amateur." Mrs.Fortescue laughed; Broussard's beautiful voice was one of the Colonel's grave objections to him.

Anita remained silent, but Mrs.
Fortescue noticed the happy smile on her lips, as she picked a little air upon the strings; she longed to show off her accomplishments before Broussard and to accompany his singing seemed a little incursion into Paradise.
It was arranged that Neroda should come at half-past nine and have the violin tuned.

Anita, dropping the violin, found a book of songs, some of which she had heard Broussard sing.
"Come," she cried eagerly, "I must play these obligatos over.

You will sing the songs." Neroda sat down once more to the piano and played and sang in a queer, cracked voice, the songs, while Anita, her soul in her eyes and all her heart and strength in her bow arm, played the violin part.

She did it beautifully, and Mrs.Fortescue kissed the girl's glowing cheek when the music was through.