human
Oh, listen! she cried, clutching his arm.
gpt
Listen!
human
What is it, child?
gpt
That--that-- she whispered as though her voice might drown out the soft strains of the music,
human
Beautiful, my dear, but--
gpt
I wrote it,
human
You--you-- He stared at her in such a funny way that Keineth burst out laughing.
gpt
Why, my dear--
human
Aunt Nellie taught me to write music! And I sold this! I didn't want to tell you until I had a chance to play it for you.
gpt
You--wrote--that? He seemed not able to really believe.
human
My little girl?
gpt
Yes, and it's such fun putting down what comes to my fingers! Only Mr. Cadowitz says that I must learn a great deal more and practice what the masters can teach me. And Aunt Nellie says, too, that I ought to wait until I have finished school.
human
Yes, they are right, Mr. Lee put in. Then he caressed the small fingers that lay in his clasp.
gpt
But, my dear little girl, what a joy for you some day! It is a wonderful gift to tell your thoughts in music! When you have built up a strong body and a good mind you can work with all your heart and soul!
human
He must have had a very lonely life, he added.
gpt
We must see something of him now and then, my dear!
human
Oh, he will be glad! Keineth described the big house on the outskirts of the city where she had gone with her check; its lonely rooms that all his money could not make cheerful. That led her to tell of the beautiful books and how Mr. Grandison had one day taken her and Peggy to see
gpt
Pollyanna