STUPID FACES
actually putting her finger on the tone: "There it is, friends!"
This morning, in Gounod's "Ave Maria," as Miss Darcey approached her B natural,
Dans nos a-lár — — — mes!
out went the hand, with the sure airy gesture, though it was little above A she got with her voice, whatever she touched with her finger. Often Bowers let such things pass with the right people but this morning he snapped his jaws together and muttered, "God!" Miss Darcey tried again, with the same gesture as of putting the crowning touch, tilting her head and smiling radiantly at Bowers, as if to say, "It is for you I do all this!"
Dans nos a — lár — — — mes!"
This time she made B flat, and went on in the happy belief that she had done well enough, when she suddenly found that her accompanist was not going on with her, and this put her out completely.
She turned to Thea, whose hands had fallen in her lap. "Oh why did you stop just there! It is too trying! Now we 'd better go back to that other crescendo and try it from there."
"I beg your pardon," Thea muttered. "I thought you wanted to get that B natural." She began again, as Miss Darcey indicated.
After the singer was gone, Bowers walked up to Thea and asked languidly, "Why do you hate Jessie so? Her little variations from pitch are between her and her public; they don't hurt you. Has she ever done anything to you except be very agreeable?"
"Yes, she has done things to me," Thea retorted hotly.
Bowers looked interested. "What, for example?"
"I can't explain, but I 've got it in for her."
Bowers laughed. "No doubt about that. I 'll have to
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