It flattered her to think he remembered these early meetings so many years ago.

His relationship to the old doctor whom she loved as her own uncle put him on a very friendly footing.
The church filled rapidly, and by the time the seats were crowded and people were jostling each other to find standing-room around the door, a young colored girl in a ruffled yellow dress seated herself at the organ.

First she pulled out all the stops, then adjusting a pair of eyeglasses, opened a book of organ exercises.

Then she felt her sash in the back, settled her side-combs, and raising herself from the organ bench, smoothed her skirts into proper folds under her.

After these preliminaries she leaned back, raised both hands with a grand flourish, and swooped down on the keys.
"Bang on the low notes and twiddle on the high!" laughed Lloyd, under her breath.