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Evelyn and Lulu took their music-lessons on the same day of the week,
Evelyn first, Lulu immediately after.
They met the next day at the door of the music-room, the one coming out,
the other just about to enter.
Evelyn was looking pale and agitated, Lulu flushed and angry, having been
scolded--unjustly, she thought--by Miss Diana, who accused her of
slighting a drawing with which she had really taken great pains.
"Oh, Lu, do be careful; the slightest mistake angers him to-day,"
whispered Evelyn in passing.
"It always does," said Lulu, gloomily.
"But you will be on your guard?" Lulu nodded, and stepped into the room
with a "Good-morning, signor."
"Good-morning, mees; you are von leetle moment too late."
Deigning no reply to that, Lulu took possession of the piano-stool,
spread out her music and began playing.
"Dat ish too fast, mees; you should not make it like to a galop or a
valtz," stormed the little man.
Without a word Lulu changed her time, playing very slowly.
"Now you make von funeral-dirge," he cried fiercely.
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