You know it is not like that." Billy frowned.
"But you are so accurate, Marie, and you can read at sight so rapidly!" "Oh, yes, like a little machine, I know!" scorned the usually gentle Marie, bitterly.

"Don't they have a thing of metal that adds figures like magic?
Well, I'm like that.

I see g and I play g; I see d and I play d; I see f and I play f; and after I've seen enough g's and d's and f's and played them all, the thing is done.

I've played." "Why, Marie! Marie, my dear!" The second exclamation was very tender, for Marie was crying.
"There! I knew I should some day have it out--all out," sobbed Marie.

"I felt it coming." "Then perhaps you'll--you'll feel better now," stammered Billy.