Dorothy's Tour Part 21

All were hungry and anxious to get back to their luncheon, but no one regretted a single moment spent in this most interesting place.

CHAPTER XIV.

HIGH HONOR.

That afternoon Dorothy devoted to practice, giving special attention to the three pieces she was to play at the concert, two of which had been given place on the program. The third was to be held in readiness in case she needed to respond to an encore. Aunt Betty and Alfy listened to her and expressed their approval. They were never limited in their praise of her work, which always seemed to them beyond criticism.

"Good-bye, for a while," called Dorothy, at the end of a stanza. "I will only be gone a few minutes, I hope. Mr. Ludlow, in my letter of instructions, told me to come to him at four o'clock. I have to play over my selections to him so he can criticize them."

Dorothy walked slowly down the hall and knocked on the sitting room door. In a moment, to her surprise, Mr. Dauntrey opened it.

"Good afternoon," said he. "Now, I shall have the pleasure of listening to you play, I hope."

"Mr. Ludlow said that I was to come here at four o'clock. I think he wants me to play my selections over for him," answered Dorothy.

"Yes, you are right," said Mr. Ludlow, from his large easy rocking chair by the open window, which overlooked a court. "Yes. Stand over there and start in at once."

Dorothy, thus enjoined, took up her violin and began playing. She finished her first piece without any interruptions on the part of Mr.

Ludlow. She was about to start the second piece when he called to her to stop.

"Play the introduction to that piece again and a little louder, also a little firmer," he ordered.

She did as she was told.

"That's a little better," he said, when she had finished. "But I should play the introduction still louder, so as to make a marked contrast when the melody proper starts in, by playing that very softly, like someone singing way off in the distance. And one more thing; in the last part, when you have that staccato melody, play that sharper. Now, try the piece all over again."

Dorothy answered, "Yes," and then played again, trying to do just as Mr. Ludlow asked her to, and when she finished she stood still, saying nothing, just waiting to hear what Mr. Ludlow would say. If she expected a word of praise she was to be disappointed.

"Very well, try the next one," was all Mr. Ludlow said.

So the girl once more took up her violin, and filled the room with melody. This time she played her piece, so she thought, very poorly, in part, because of Mr. Dauntrey. She seemed to feel his eyes on her, and it made her nervous.

"Very well," said Mr. Ludlow, much to her surprise. "That will be all for this afternoon. And, Miss Dorothy, try not to get nervous or excited to-night. I expect you to do your very best."

"I will try," smiled back Dorothy. "Good afternoon."

Just as she reached the door, she saw Ruth, who stepped back into the shadow of the hall.

Ruth questioned, "Is he cross? And is Mr. Dauntrey there?"

"Mr. Ludlow isn't cross, but he's very business-like. And Mr. Dauntrey is in there, and I wish he hadn't been," answered Dorothy.

"Oh, dear," exclaimed Ruth, "I just know he will be so cross with me, for if Mr. Dauntrey is in there I just can't sing. He thinks I am a wonderful singer, and I know that I'm not. Still, I hate to have him think that I can't sing at all."

"You will do all right, dear," comforted Dorothy. "Just think you are alone, and forget everything and everybody."

"Very well," answered Ruth, "and good-bye. I must go in and bear it,"

saying which she walked up to the door and knocked.

Dorothy walked down the hall toward her own rooms, then she turned, took the elevator downstairs, and bought a postal, one showing a picture of the capitol. This she took to her writing desk, addressed it, and wrote just this, "Arrived safe. Visited the capitol this morning. Will write later. With love, Dorothy."

She placed a stamp on it and mailed it, then hurried upstairs to her room again.

"I am rather tired," she said to her aunt and Alfy, who were reading, "I think I shall rest a few minutes before I dress for dinner. We need to have dinner real early to-night, as we are expected to be at the National Theater at 7.30 p. m. Mr. Ludlow is to give us each a program, then, and tell us of any last orders he may have for us."

"Shall I get your things all out and have everything all ready for you?" inquired Alfy.

"Yes, please."

"What dress do you want to wear?" asked Alfy.

"I think you had better wear the pink one, dear," suggested Mrs.

Calvert.

"Very well, the pink one, Alfy," called Dorothy.

"I will have all the things you need ready; shoes--I mean slippers, stockings, handkerchiefs, and gloves," called back Alfy, as by this time Dorothy had reached her room, and was preparing for her rest.

Both Mrs. Calvert and Alfaretta continued to read for quite some time, and finally when she thought it was time for Alfy to get dressed, Aunt Betty said:

"Alfy, I think you had better start to get dressed, now, and as you are to lay out Dorothy's things for her, I do not think you will have any too much time."

"Surely, Aunt Betty, I will begin at once. I was so interested in my book that I forgot my duties," answered Alfy, and she started into the next room and commenced getting Dorothy's things ready first.

When she had finished this task, she walked back into the sitting room again and inquired, "Aunt Betty, I have finished getting Dorothy's things ready. Will you please now tell me what you would like to have me wear?"

"I think you might wear your little white dress, with the pretty blue sash and ribbon of the same color, for your hair," answered Mrs.

Calvert. "And you might wear white shoes and stockings. We are merely going to be part of the audience, to-night, so I hardly think we need dress very much."

"All right," answered Alfy, cheerily, and started away again, humming a little tune under her breath. She was pleased to think she could wear her new white dress, with the pretty blue sash. And she thought she would ask Dorothy to tie the blue ribbon around her hair, as Dorothy always did such things so much daintier than she did. Still singing, she started to dress in earnest.

It wasn't long before Dorothy awoke from her nap, and soon the two girls were dressed and ready to help each other with the finishing touches. Together they made short and quick work of this.

Mrs. Calvert looked up as they entered the room, and said, "Come here, and kiss me, dears. You both look very sweet; very pretty, indeed."

"Do you and Alfy want to be audience again, while I play over my pieces once more?" asked Dorothy. "I'm sure Mr. Ludlow didn't quite like the way I played one of them this afternoon."

"Of course we do," answered Aunt Betty. "We will each sit down and listen very attentively."

"I will play first the last piece on the program," announced Dorothy.

"Very well," said Mrs. Calvert, smiling encouragingly at the girl.

Dorothy gave careful attention to her work, and played one after the other of the three selections through, pausing long enough between each piece so that they might know she was about to begin the next.

The one Mr. Ludlow had taken exception to and criticised, that afternoon, she played last, paying strict attention to the parts he had indicated as needing correction.