‘Joe, dear,’ she said gleefully, ‘I’ve a pupil. And, oh, the loveliest people! General-General A.B. Pinkney’s daughter-on Seventy-first street. Such a splendid house, Joe-you ought to see the front door! Byzantine I think you would call it. And inside! Oh Joe, I never saw anything like it before.
‘My pupil is his danghter Clementina. I dearly love her already. She’s a delicate thing-dresses always in white; and the sweetest, simplest manners! Only eighteen years old. I’m to give three lessons a week; and, just think, Joe! $5 a lesson. I don’t mind it a bit; for when I get two or three more pupils I can resume my lessons with Herr Rosenstock. Now, smooth out that wrinkle between your brows, dear, and let’s have a nice supper.’