She looked steadily at Rose now, or the flushed, intent face beside her, and throwing all her soul into the task, let her voice ring out like a silver clarion, filling the great hall and setting the hearers' blood a-tingle with the exulting strain.
That settled Phebe's fate as a cantatrice.

The applause was genuine and spontaneous this time and broke out again and again with the generous desire to atone for former coldness.

But she would not return, and the shadow of the great organ seemed to have swallowed her up, for no eye could find her, no pleasant clamor win her back.
"Now I can die content," said Rose, beaming with heartfelt satisfaction while Archie looked steadfastly at his program, trying to keep his face in order, and the rest of the family assumed a triumphant air, as if they had never doubted from the first.
"Very well, indeed," said the stout man with an approving nod.

"Quite promising for a beginner.

Shouldn't wonder if in time they made a second Cary or Kellogg of her." "Now you'll forgive him, won't you ?" murmured Charlie in his cousin's ear.
"Yes, and I'd like to pat him on the head.