THE SONG OF THE LARK
fifty cents. I 'd never seen any before, and they seemed irresistible. I took one up and wandered about the store with it. Nobody seemed to notice, so I carried it off."
Fred laughed. "Crazy child! Why, your things always smell of orris; is it a penance?"
"No, I love it. But I saw that the firm did n't lose anything by me. I went back and bought it there whenever I had a quarter to spend. I got a lot to take to Arizona. I made it up to them."
"I 'll bet you did!" Fred took her hand. "Why did n't I find you that first winter? I 'd have loved you just as you came!"
Thea shook her head. "No, you would n't, but you might have found me amusing. The Harsanyis said yesterday afternoon that I wore such a funny cape and that my shoes always squeaked. They think I 've improved. I told them it was your doing if I had, and then they looked scared."
"Did you sing for Harsanyi?"
"Yes. He thinks I 've improved there, too. He said nice things to me. Oh, he was very nice! He agrees, with you about my going to Lehmann, if she 'll take me. He came out to the elevator with me, after we had said good-bye. He said something nice out there, too, but he seemed sad."
"What was it that he said?"
"He said, 'When people, serious people, believe in you, they give you some of their best, so—take care of it, Miss Kronborg.' Then he waved his hands and went back."
"If you sang, I wish you had taken me along. Did you sing well?" Fred turned from her and went back to the window. "I wonder when I shall hear you sing again." He picked up a bunch of violets and smelled them. "You know, your leaving me like this—well, it 's almost inhuman to be able to do it so kindly and unconditionally."
"I suppose it is. It was almost inhuman to be able to leave home,—too, the last time, when I knew it was for
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