Sowing Seeds in Danny

Sense in Children" which engrossed Mrs. Francis's attention. She had just begun subdivision C in the chapter, "When and How the Musical Sense Is Developed," w

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he felt herself to be in

. Camilla is always so

nse, reading here and there from the book, rapidly and unintelligibly. She was so excited she was in

ver the subject, "how can we awaken the musical sens

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play," she said. "The professor will

aid looking up, "your suggestion is a good one

ng mus. sense s

nk you, Mrs. Francis

en and took the biscuits from the o

it will be for poor little Pearl! Then we must have a new suit for Danny, new dress for Pearl, new cap

. Francis's (suggested by C.). Danny's new coat had a velvet collar lovely to feel (suggested by C.). Pearl had a wonderful new dress-the kind she had often dreamed of-made out of one of Mrs. Francis's tea gowns. (Not only suggested but made by C.). It had real buttons on it, and there was not one pin needed. Pearl felt she was just as well dressed as the little girl on the starch box. Her only grief was that when

. Mrs. Francis was often deeply grieved with James for his indifference in regar

es of the Ladies' Aid of the Methodist Church, the proceeds to be

n who would say: "I see the first item on this here programme is remarks by the chair, but as yez all know I ain't no hand at makin' a speech we'll pass on to the next item." But ther

gan to sing a little piece by himself, doing all right, too, two or three of them broke in on him and took the words right out of his mouth. Pearl had seen

at him. "He is just like folks only for his hair," Pearl thought. Pearl lifted D

perhaps, and perhaps to show how limber they are; runs and trills, brilliant execution, one hand after the other in mad pursuit,

yawned

' to begin?" he

liable to wake up any minute. But it would have to hurry

professor and her thoughts fe

d o' gettin' down to work. That'll do for ket

den fury, writhing upon the stool as he struck the an

r!" she shouted, but the words were l

only the Welsh can sing, the songs of the heart; songs of love and home, songs of death and sorrowing, that stab with sudden sweetness. A child cries somewhere in the dark, cries for his mother who will come no more. Then a burst of patriotic fire, as the people fling defiance at the conquering foe, and hold the mountain passes till the last man falls. But the glory of t

spered severely. Pearl's sobs had disturbed her. Danny lay aslee

u leave me alone," Pearl blubbered rudely

ked. What in the worl

and sat looking long and earnestly at its pages. Then she drew a writing pad toward her and wrote