In some indefinable way all this made a difference in Sam Turner--a considerable difference--and she felt quite justified in having deliberately come to the conclusion that she had been "mean" to him; in having deliberately slipped away from the others as they were all going over to the bowling alleys; in having come back deliberately to find him.
"Your favorite tunes," she repeated musingly.

"What was the first one, I wonder?
One of those that you have just been playing ?" "The first one ?" he returned with a smile.

"No, it was a sort of rag-time jingle.

I thought it very pretty then, but I played it over the other day, the first time in years, and I didn't seem to like it at all.

In fact, I wonder how I ever did like it." Rag-time! And now, left entirely to his own devices and for his own pleasure, he was playing Chopin! Yes, it made quite a difference in Sam Turner.