human
It's only to play the hymns, Miss Emily, she said.
gpt
Carrie Wayne has to go to a funeral. She always plays for me. I wouldn't ask you if I could play the least mite myself, but I can't. And the singing won't go at all without someone to play the piano.
human
Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Beck, but I really can't! pleaded Miss Emily quickly.
gpt
I promised to help out in the canteen work this afternoon. You know the troop trains are coming through, and Mrs. Martin wanted me to take her place all the afternoon.
human
Oh, dear, I don't know what I'll do!
gpt
Oh, let them do without singing for once, suggested the carefree Emily.
human
Everybody ought to learn to do without something in war time. We conserve sugar and flour, let the Italians conserve singing!
gpt
Would I do? she asked.
human
I never played hymns much, but I could try.
gpt
Oh! Would you? A flood of relief went over the woman's face, and Ruth was instantly glad she had offered. She took Mrs. Beck down to the settlement in her little runabout, and the afternoon's experience opened a new world to her. It was the first time she had ever come in contact with the really poor and lowly of the earth, and she proved herself a true child of God in that she did not shrink from them because many of them were dirty and poorly clad. Before the first afternoon was over she had one baby in her arms and three others hanging about her chair with adoring glances. They could not talk in her language, but they stared into her beautiful face with their great dark eyes, and spoke queer unintelligible words to one another about her. The whole little company were delighted with the new