He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. The audience was made up of parents, teachers, and a few other curious folks from town, all sitting hushed in anticipatory silence as the school orchestra assembled onstage. Bah. . Probably he taught me what a joke was merely to irritate my father; for suddenly Father stopped my going to the store for things and sent our old Kanaka cook instead. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. “Not at all.
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