Shall I play your favorite?" and she struck a
few chords.
"No, not that! What is the reason you can't play the one I ask for?"
"That piece of music is only for one pair of ears, and they are not yours,
papa, nor do they belong to Mr. Traverse. Name something else."
Her father, looked at her in surprise, and then laughed.
"You have raised my curiosity, Dexie. You will surely play it for me when I
ask you?" "No, papa; it is sacred to the memory of someone else."
"But what if I command you to do so?"
"You will not do that, papa dear, I know," and she looked over with a world
of entreaty in her eyes.
"Well, well, has it come to this!" he said, with a soft laugh. "Did I ever
expect to hear Dexie say such a thing to me! See how badly I am used,
Traverse; she actually refuses to obey me, knowing very well I cannot
punish her for disobedience. Well, well! who would think it of Dexie?"
"Perhaps it is one of her own compositions that she is trying to keep
hidden under a bushel, as it were," said Guy, with a sudden inspiration.
"Oh, now you are wrong! and, to prove it, you shall be made to listen to
one of my very own pieces as a punishment," and she turned again to the
piano.
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