"How I wish I could see inside that beautiful room.

I know it must be beautiful.

Once, when you were all gone, I tried to steal in; but, of course, he keeps it locked." "I'll tell you what we'll do," said the man, suddenly--prompted by her confession to resume his playful mood.
"What ?" she asked eagerly, in a like spirit of fun.
"First," he answered, half teasingly, "I must know if you could, now, make your music for me as well as for him." "For the you that loves the mountains and the garden I'm sure I could," she answered promptly.
"Well then, if you will promise to do that--if you will promise not to play _yourself_ for just him alone but for me too--I'll fix it so that you can go into the studio yonder." "Oh, I will always play for you, too, anyway--now that I know you." "Of course," he said, "we could just walk up to the door, and I could introduce you; but that would not be proper for _us_ would it ?" She shook her head positively, "I wouldn't like to do that.

He would think I was intruding, I am sure." "Well then, we will do it this way--the first day that Mr.King and I are both away, and Tee Kee is gone, too; I'll slip out here and leave a letter and a key on your gate.

The letter will tell you just the time when we go, and when we will return--so you will know whether it is safe for you or not, and how long you can stay.