When he entered the now familiar door of the Gray homestead he was
surprised to hear sounds which seemed to indicate that the affair was,
after all, much larger and more formal than he had been led to suppose.
Strains of music fell upon his ears--music from a number of stringed
instruments remarkably well played--and this continued as he made his
entrance into the long drawing-room at the left of the hall, of whose
interior he had as yet caught only tempting glimpses.
As he greeted his hosts, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Gray, Judge Calvin Gray,
Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Gray, wondering a little where the rest of the
family could be, his eye fell upon the musicians, and the problem was
solved. Ruth, the sixteen-year-old, sat before a harp; Louis, the elder
son, cherished a violin under his chin; Roberta--ah, there she was!
wearing a dull-blue evening frock above which gleamed her white neck,
her half-uncovered arms showing exquisite curves as she handled the bow
which was drawing long, rich notes from the violoncello at her knee.
Not one of the trio looked up until the nocturne they were playing was
done. Then they rose together, laying aside their instruments, and made
the guest welcome.
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