FRIENDS OF CHILDHOOD
"The scale of B flat major," he directed, and then fell into an attitude of deep attention. Without a word his pupil set to work.
To Mrs. Kohler, in the garden, came the cheerful sound of effort, of vigorous striving. Unconsciously she wielded her rake more lightly. Occasionally she heard the teacher's voice. "Scale of E minor. . . . Weiter, weiter! . . . Immer I hear the thumb, like a lame foot. Weiter . . . weiter, once; . . . Schön! The chords, quick!"
The pupil did not open her mouth until they began the second movement of the Clementi sonata, when she remonstrated in low tones about the way he had marked the fingering of a passage.
"It makes no matter what you think," replied her teacher coldly. "There is only one right way. The thumb there. Ein, zwei, drei, vier," etc. Then for an hour there was no further interruption.
At the end of the lesson Thea turned on her stool and leaned her arm on the keyboard. They usually had a little talk after the lesson.
Herr Wunsch grinned. "How soon is it you are free from school? Then we make ahead faster, eh?"
"First week in June. Then will you give me the 'Invitation to the Dance'?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "It makes no matter. If you want him, you play him out of lesson hours."
"All right." Thea fumbled in her pocket and brought out a crumpled slip of paper. "What does this mean, please? I guess it's Latin."
Wunsch blinked at the line penciled on the paper. "Wherefrom you get this?" he asked gruffly.
"Out of a book Dr. Archie gave me to read. It's all English but that. Did you ever see it before?" she asked, watching his face.
"Yes. A long time ago," he muttered, scowling. "Ovidius!" He took a stub of lead pencil from his vest
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