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Title: Mount Music

Author: E. Oe. Somerville and Martin Ross

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MOUNT MUSIC

by

E. OE. SOMERVILLE and MARTIN ROSS

Authors of _The Real Charlotte_, _Some Experiences of an Irish R.M._,
_All on the Irish Shore_, etc., etc.

1920

By the same Authors

Some Experiences of An Irish R.M.
Further Experiences of An Irish R.M.
In Mr. Knox's Country
All On The Irish Shore
Some Irish Yesterdays
An Irish Cousin
The Real Charlotte
The Silver Fox
Irish Memories

PREFACE

This book was planned some years ago by Martin Ross and myself. A
few portions of it were written, and it was then put aside for other
work.

Without her help and inspiration, it would not have been begun, and
could not have been completed. I feel, therefore, that to join her
name with mine on the title-page is my duty, as well as my pleasure.

E. OE. SOMERVILLE.

CHAPTER I

"Christian, dost them see them?" sang an elder brother, small enough
to be brutal, large enough to hurt, while he twisted Christian's arm
as though it were indeed the rope that it so much resembled.

"I won't say I saw them, because I didn't!" replied Christian, who had
ceased to struggle, but was as far as ever from submission; "but if I
had, you might twist my arm till it was like an old pig's tail and I
wouldn't give in!"

Possibly John realised the truth of this defiance. He administered a
final thump on what he believed to be Christian's biceps, and released
her.

"Pretty rotten to spoil the game, and then tell lies," he said, with
severity.

"I don't tell lies," said Christian, flitting like a gnat to the open
window of the schoolroom. "You sang the wrong verse! It ought to have
been '_hear_ them,' and I _do_!"

Having thus secured the last word, Miss Christian Talbot-Lowry, aged
nine in years, and ninety in spir