Sherwood received was tossed aside without a word, though the letter had
not failed to touch the mother's heart.
The piano had been a silent rebuke, and Mrs. Sherwood had been pleased to
remove it out of her sight, wishing in her heart that the memories which
troubled her could be as easily banished.
But no other piano could have been half so dear to the heart of Dexie, and
when she sat down before her beloved instrument the first chords she struck
brought happy tears. It was like the greeting of a dear friend long absent.
Little wonder her fingers lingered lovingly over the keys as piece followed
piece.
"Dexie," said Guy, coming over to her side and leaning one arm on the
piano, "do you remember playing for your father and me one evening and
refusing us a certain piece? I have often wondered at the reason of that
refusal. May I ask if you will play it for me now, darling?"
Dexie dropped her hands into her lap and lifted a flushed face to her
husband's gaze.
"Dear Guy, I wish you had not asked me, for I do not think I can."
"What! not for me!" said he, laughing. "Not for your own husband! Come now,
Dexie, have I found a cause to be jealous already?"
Dexie's arms were around his neck in a moment.
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