I enjoy my men friends--and am glad
when they go away and leave me. Life is so full--and rich--just of
itself. There are so many wonderful people, of all sorts. The world is
so interesting--and home is so dear!" She lifted her arms, her head up.
"Mother, let's play the Bach _Air_," she said. "That always takes the
fever out of me, and makes me feel calm and rational. Is it very
late?--are you too tired? Nobody will be disturbed at this distance."
"I should love to play it," said Mrs. Gray, and together the two went
down the room to the great piano which stood there in the darkness.
Roberta switched on one hooded light, produced the music for her mother,
and tuned her 'cello, sitting at one side away from the light, with no
notes before her. Presently the slow, deep, and majestic notes of the
"Air for the G String" were vibrating through the quiet room, the 'cello
player drawing her bow across and across the one string with affection
for each rich note in her very touch. The other string tones followed
her with exquisite sympathy, for Mrs. Gray was a musician from whom
three of her four children had inherited an intense love for harmonic
values.
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