As she received the gift, the perfect features of the woman of the world were colored by a blush that even she could not control.

"I understand, Miss Andres," she said, "that you are an accomplished violinist." "I teach and play in Park Church," was the simple answer.
"I have never happened to hear you, myself,"-- said Mrs.Taine smoothly,--"but my friends who live next door--Mr.Lagrange and Mr.
King--have told me about you." "Oh!" The girl's voice was vaguely troubled, while the other, watching, saw the blush that colored her warmly tinted cheeks.
"It is good of you to play for them," continued the woman from Fairlands Heights, casually.

"You must enjoy the society of such famous men, very much.

There are a great many people, you know, who would envy you your friendship with them." The girl replied quickly, "O, but you are mistaken.

I am not acquainted with them, at all; that is--not with Mr.King--I have never spoken to him--and I only met Mr.Lagrange, for a few minutes, by accident." "Indeed! But I am forgetting the purpose of my call, and my friends will become impatient.