John stared palely. I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. Well, what about it?" "I accept. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. Go to it; and the best of luck!" He went out. ” “It was an inspiration—your speaking to him?” “I felt impudent.
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