"One never knows what may happen, and it does no harm for young people to learn to be independent." "If she is as pretty as she was last time I saw her, she 'll get pupils fast enough.

I would n't mind taking lessons myself," was the gracious observation of Shaw, Jr., as he turned from the mirror, with the soothing certainty that his objectionable hair actually was growing darker.
"She would n't take you at any price," said Fanny, remembering Polly's look of disappointment and disapproval when she came on her last visit and found him an unmistakable dandy.
"You just wait and see," was the placid reply.
"If Polly does carry out her plan, I wish Maud to take lessons of her; Fanny can do as she likes, but it would please me very much to have one of my girls sing as Polly sings.

It suits old people better than your opera things, and mother used to enjoy it so much." As he spoke, Mr.Shaw's eye turned toward the corner of the fire where grandma used to sit.

The easy-chair was empty now, the kind old face was gone, and nothing but a very tender memory remained.
"I 'd like to learn, papa, and Polly is a splendid teacher, I know; she 's always so patient, and makes everything so pleasant.

I do hope she will get scholars enough to begin right away," said Maud.
"When is she coming ?" asked Mrs.Shaw, quite willing to help Polly, but privately resolving that Maud should be finished off by the most fashionable master in the city.
"She does n't say.