ith a smile, Helen pointed to the other numbers upon the program which
the orchestra would perform, and Randy, with a contented little sigh,
leaned back to await the next number, when the Prima Donna, a vision of
loveliness, came forward to sing.

Randy watched and listened and wondered, vaguely, if an angel could sing
like that.

Her solo ended, the singer, bowing low, retired, but not for long, for
others beside Randy realized the beauty of the song and the wonderful
voice of the vocalist, and round after round of applause pleaded for her
return.

Yet more applause, and again she stood before them, gracefully bowing her
acknowledgment of the compliment.

Again the sweet notes filled the hall, and Randy leaned eagerly forward to
catch each silvery tone.

When the song was finished, Helen said "Was not that a wonderful bit of
music?"

"Oh, yes," said Randy, "how I wish that I could tell her that I think her
voice is like the violins."

"I know her very well," Helen replied, "and I will tell her how her
singing has entranced you."

"Tell her," said Randy, eagerly, "that I think nothing in all the world
was ever half so sweet."

Then another number by the orchestra held Randy's attention and thus
through the afternoon until she felt as if her pulses were throbbing with
the rhythm of the music. She marveled that between the numbers many of the
vast audience talked and chatted merrily. The lovely little girl across
the aisle was fast asleep. Why were they ready to talk after listening to
such grand music, and how could anyone, even a child, sleep when there was
yet another witching air to be sung, another composition for those
wonderful musicians to execute!

Miss Dayton found it an interesting study to watch Randy's face, and to
see portrayed there the varying movements of each composition.

Just before the last selection was rendered, Helen penciled a hasty note
upon her card, and giving it to an usher, bade him take it to the great
singer and wait for a word in reply. The man took the card and hastened to
the room at the rear of the stage returning almost immediately with the
card which bore upon the reverse side these words,

"A cordial welcome after the concert to Miss Helen Dayton and her friend."

Leaning toward Helen, Randy read the invitation signed by the name of the
singer, and she caught her breath as she realized that she was about to
meet one who seemed to her so far above the realm of ordinary