dress, the taste of Dinah's coffee and hot biscuits still
lingering in her mouth.

As the minutes passed she found herself wondering what Herr
Deichenberg would look like. She conjured up all sorts of pictures of
a stoop-shouldered little German, her final impression, however,
resolving itself into an image of "The Music Master's" hero, Herr Von
Barwig.

Would he bring his violin? she wondered. It was a rare old Cremona,
she had heard, with a tone so full and sweet as to dazzle the Herr's
audiences whenever they were so fortunate as to induce him to play.

Descending finally, arrayed in her prettiest gown, a dainty creation
of lawn and lace, Dorothy found Aunt Betty awaiting her.

"Never have I seen you dress in better taste, my dear!" cried Mrs.
Calvert, and the girl flushed with pleasure. "The Herr, as you have
perhaps surmised, is a lover of simple things, both in the way of
clothes and colors, and I am anxious that you shall make a good
impression. He, himself, always dresses in black--linen during the
warmer days, broadcloth in the winter. Everything about him in fact
is simple--everything but his playing, which is wonderful, and truly
inspired by genuine genius."

"Stop, auntie, dear, or you will have me afraid to meet the Herr.
After holding him up as such a paragon, is it any wonder I should
feel as small and insignificant as a mouse?"

"Come, come, you are not so foolish!"

"Of course, I'm not, really--I was only joking," and Dorothy's laugh
rang out over the lawn as they seated themselves on the gallery to
await the arrival of the guest. "But I do feel a trembling sensation
when I think that I am to meet the great Herr Deichenberg, of whom I
have heard so much, yet seen so little."

"There is nothing to tremble over, my dear--nothing at all. He is
just like other men; very ordinary, and surely kind-hearted to all
with whom he comes in contact."

As they were discussing the matter, Jim and Ephraim came around the
corner of the house, their hands full of fishing tackle.

"Well, Aunt Betty," greeted the boy, "we're off for the old
Chesapeake to court the denizens of the deep, and I'm willing to
wager we'll have fish for breakfast to-morrow morning."

He pulled off his broad-brimmed straw hat and mopped a perspiring
brow.

"Don't be too sure of that," returned Aunt Betty. "Fish do not always
bite when you want them to. I know, for I've tried it, many's the
time."

"Mah Miss Betty suah uster be er