Now the piano in the parlor was going.

First it was Ruth singing one of her pretty love songs in that clear small voice of hers.

Then Sam played and sang--how his voice thrilled her! Again it was Ruthie singing--"Sweet Dream Faces"-- Susan began to sob afresh.

She could see Ruth at the piano, how beautiful she looked--and that song--it would be impossible for him not to be impressed.

She felt the jealousy of despair.