Kettle, who was himself a fiddler, at that moment poked his head in at the door.

He had a fellow artist's jealousy of Neroda but he was forced by his artistic conscience to say: "Lord, Miss 'Nita, you cert'ny kin make a fiddle talk!" It was noon before the lesson was over and Neroda left.

Anita, exultant in the thought of playing to Broussard's singing, could not remain indoors, but putting on her long, dark fur coat and her pretty fur cap, which accentuated her delicate beauty, went out for a walk alone.
Beyond the limits of the great post, was a long, straight promenade, bordered with stately young fir trees, and as it led to nowhere, was in general a solitary place.

It was here that Anita loved to walk alone.
The only objection to the place was that it gave upon the aviation field--a place abhorred by all the women at the fort, from the Colonel's lady down to the company laundresses.

Anita always turned her face away from the aviation field when she was walking under the pine trees.
The short way to the walk led by the big red brick barracks of the married soldiers.