I am going to have a little music. Emmeline is going to sing."
"Oh!" cried Miriam.
"Don't you like her singing?" the other inquired, earnestly.
"Oh, _very_ much," assured Miriam. "Only-the truth is, I once heard her sing Brunnhilde's 'Awakening,' and she murdered it so horribly.
"
"Emmeline is often too ambitious," the other commented, with visible content.
"Lighter things she can do charmingly, and she should hold to them," Miriam announced, with decision.
"I arranged the program," said the lady, "and, for her own sake, I shall not let her attempt anything to which she is unequal.
Of course, I shall not sing myself."
"Oh, Mrs. Ogden!"
"You know I never sing anything but Wagner, and then only when there are a few-when my hearers are in full sympathy.
You will be sure to come," she added, as she turned to give another invitation. "By the way, you will be at Westbrook this autumn. I want you to ride Persiflage in the hunt as often as you like.
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