Give me the keys and the light. The audience was made up of parents, teachers, and a few other curious folks from town, all sitting hushed in anticipatory silence as the school orchestra assembled onstage. Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but noticeably. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. "Shir Rowland Trenchard's affair— eh?" "That's it," rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute. Oh! that I should have nursed such a viper!" "Hear me, Sir," said Jack. Her bonnet dropped off and was trampled into the gutter. Her sleepless night had left her languid but not stupefied, and for an hour or so the work distracted her altogether from her troubles.
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