coal of fire--they're
likely, by then, to call it 'the fire of genius!'"
When she had left the room, Kitty looked out of her one good eye with
a glance intended to be solemn. "Girls, I've a presentiment."
"What about,--Sandy?" asked Sarah.
"No, you silly,--except that he'll never be president! I'm thinking
about Blue Bonnet,--I was just going to tell you when she came in. I
don't believe she intends to go back with us."
Kitty's words produced even more of an effect than she had expected.
For several minutes no one spoke, then Ruth said half irritably:
"If you can't have pleasanter presentiments than that, Kitty, I wish
you wouldn't have them."
"I can't help it," Kitty declared. "She won't say a word about it. And
every time we get on to the subject, she either begins to talk about
something else, or leaves the room."
"I've noticed it, too," said Sarah, quietly.
The gloom on every countenance bore silent witness to the hold Blue
Bonnet had on the affections of the We are Sevens.
"Woodford will be a stupid old hole without her," Kitty declared.
"Passing over your implied compliment to us," said Debby, "I agree
with you."
Grandmother handed Blue Bonnet Aunt Lucinda's letter without comment;
but watched the girl's face closely as she read. A characteristic
letter it was, showing the fine mind and cultivation of the writer,
yet like her, too, precise and rather formal in its wording. She was
in Munich, enjoying the summer music festival. Nothing very important
so far, Blue Bonnet concluded, and began to breathe more easily. But
over the closing pages she sobered again.
"There is a rather remarkable pianist staying at this same pension,"
she wrote; "and she plays for us very often. Something in the charm
and delicacy of her touch makes me think of Blue Bonnet's, when she
plays her little 'Ave Maria.' I have talked with her about Blue Bonnet
and she thinks with me that the child must have real talent for the
piano. Fraeulein Schirmer is to teach music in a school for girls in
Boston, this coming winter, and I think it would be an excellent plan
to place Blue Bonnet right in the school. She is old enough now to
appreciate the atmosphere of culture and refinement in such a
place,--I am told that the first families of Boston send their
daughters there--and she could have the advantage of attending the
Symphony concerts.
"Woodford has nothing much to offer in the way of musical advantages,
and I think
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