"Play in de true
time or I vill--"
"You will what?" she asked coolly, as he paused without finishing his
sentence.
"Report you, mees."
She merely flashed a scornful glance at him out of her great dark eyes,
and went on with her exercise, really doing her best to play it
correctly.
But nothing would please him; he continued to fume and scold till he
succeeded in confusing the child so that she blundered sadly.
"You are striking false notes, mees," he roared; "I will not have it!"
And with the words a stinging blow from his pointer fell across the
fingers of her left hand.
Instantly Lulu was on her feet, white with concentrated passion; the next
she had seized the music-book in both hands and dealt her cowardly
assailant a blow with it on the side of his head and face that nearly
stunned him and gave him a black eye for a week.
At the same moment the piano-stool came down upon the floor with a crash,
upset by her in whirling round to reach him, and before he knew what had
happened she was out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
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