"But don't you know yourself whether you like music or not?" Dexie asked
her, as Nina vainly endeavored to catch her mother's eye. "Do you not play
or sing, Miss Gordon?"
Nina picked at her gloves in embarrassment as she replied, with a simper:
"Well, I play scales on the piano sometimes."
"Then you _are_ fond of music, I suppose," said Cora, pleasantly.
"Well, I think I am. I will ask mamma; she knows if I like it. Is it quite
correct to like music, do you think?"
The silly look which accompanied this speech made Dexie almost disgusted
with her, but she turned to Cora and smiled significantly.
"Well," said Dexie, when her double had taken her departure, "she has tired
me out; but with that chin what can anyone expect? It tells her character
at a glance."
"Tell us your opinion of her," said Cora. "Do _you_ see the great
difference there is between you?"
"Why, she is different every way. First in importance is temper; there she
has the best of me, for she is as mild as milk-and-water, and I own it
certainly is not the 'correct thing' to get into such rages as I do. She
gives the impression that she is never determined about anything, and
anyone can persuade her that this, or that is right, as she has no mind to
solve the matter for herself.
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