She found them and Mrs. Dinsmore seated together on the lawn; the ladies
busied with, their needlework, Mr. Dinsmore reading aloud.
As Violet approached, he paused, and laying the open book down on his
knee, made room for her by his side.
"Don't let me interrupt you, grandpa," she said, accepting his mute
invitation.
"Perhaps grandpa is ready to rest," remarked her mother; "he has been
reading steadily for more than an hour."
"Yes; I am ready to hear what my little cricket has to say," he said,
looking inquiringly at Violet.
"It will keep, grandpa," she answered lightly.
"No," he said, "let us have it now; I see something is causing you
anxiety and you have come to ask counsel or help in some direction."
"Ah, grandpa," she responded, with a smile, "you were always good at
reading faces;" then went on to repeat the conversation just held with
Lulu.
"What do you say, grandpa, grandma, and mamma," she wound up, "shall we
insist on her taking music-lessons of Signor Foresti?"
"Yes," said Mr. Dinsmore, with decision; "he is an uncommonly fine
teacher, and it is desirable that she should enjoy, or rather profit by,
his instructions; also it is high time she should become thoroughly
convinced of the necessity of controlling that violent temper of hers.
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