“At least while we are by ourselves, mamma. Anyway, I know David will just hate it, and I don’t see what good a title is if we must become perfect slaves to it.”
David crossed the room and sat down before the piano. “How strange this old place seems without the others — Bob, and the cousins, and uncle himself! We weren’t admitted often — but — ”
“Sh — sh — ” said Laura, who had followed him and stood at his ride. “Don’t remind mamma. She remembers too much — all the time. Play the ‘King’s Hunting Jig,’ David. Remember how you used to play it for me every evening after dinner, when I was a girl?”
“Do I remember? Rather! I have done nothing with the piano since then —