THE SONG OF THE LARK
cesses of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you?"
"Well, if I had somebody like Mr. Harsanyi, perhaps I would n't fret about them. He was the teacher for me. Please tell him so."
Thea rose and Mrs. Harsanyi took her hand again. "I am sorry you have to go through this time of discouragement. I wish Andor could talk to you, he would understand it so well. But I feel like urging you to keep clear of Mrs. Priest and Jessie Darcey and all their works."
Thea laughed discordantly. "No use urging me. I don't get on with them at all. My spine gets like a steel rail when they come near me. I liked them at first, you know. Their clothes and their manners were so fine, and Mrs. Priest is handsome. But now I keep wanting to tell them how stupid they are. Seems like they ought to be informed, don't you think so?" There was a flash of the shrewd grin that Mrs. Harsanyi remembered. Thea pressed her hand. "I must go now. I had to give my lesson hour this morning to a Duluth woman who has come on to coach, and I must go and play 'On Mighty Pens' for her. Please tell Mr. Harsanyi that I think oratorio is a great chance for bluffers."
Mrs. Harsanyi detained her. "But he will want to know much more than that about you. You are free at seven? Come back this evening, then, and we will go to dinner somewhere, to some cheerful place. I think you need a party."
Thea brightened. "Oh, I do! I 'll love to come; that will be like old times. You see," she lingered a moment, softening, "I would n't mind if there were only one of them I could really admire."
"How about Bowers?" Mrs. Harsanyi asked as they were approaching the stairway.
"Well, there 's nothing he loves like a good fakir, and nothing he hates like a good artist. I always remember
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