"Never mind, Dexie. You can"t think how well it sounded. They were delighted."
"Oh, how _could_ you let me go on, Lancy? You might have stopped me, I"m sure," she said, indignantly.
But she was immediately surrounded, and praises and interrogations poured forth from every side, making Gussie, who stood apart, turn pale with jealousy.
"Why did you not tell us that you could imitate the birds?"
"I never heard anything so perfectly sweet," said a lady member, pressing forward to speak to the blushing girl.
Dexie wished the floor would open and let her drop out of sight, but she gradually regained her composure and listened with displeasure to the general conversation, during which this new element of music was discussed at length.
"Miss Sherwood, do come to the piano and try that again with the accompaniment," said the leader, Mr. Ross. "You really must give us the benefit of that flute-like whistle; it is perfectly irresistible."
"Please excuse me, Mr. Ross; I really cannot," replied Dexie.
"But we can take no excuse. After hearing you once, nothing but a repet.i.tion will satisfy us. Mr. Gurney will play for you," was the eager reply.
But Lancy kindly came to her aid, and by a few whispered words succeeded in drawing off the attention from Dexie, by suggesting that if they would try the opening piece first and give Miss Sherwood time to reconsider her refusal, she might whistle later on; and Lancy was rewarded for this short respite by a grateful look as he pa.s.sed her the open book.
Dexie felt angry for bringing this embarra.s.sing position upon herself, and she was wondering if it would be possible for her to slip away unperceived, when Gussie leaned over her shoulder.
"Well, you did make a show of yourself, you great tomboy! It is a pity that you can"t keep your bad manners out of sight, before strangers, anyway!"
This taunt acted like the p.r.i.c.k of a goad, and made Dexie determine to stay and show Miss Gussie whether her "bad manners" had placed her lower or higher in the estimation of her friends. When the piece was rehea.r.s.ed in which she sang the solo, she put forth her best efforts, and rendered it with such pathos and feeling that when it was ended, one and all, with the exception of Gussie, were loud in its praise.
As she lingered a moment beside the piano talking with a member, Mr. Ross stepped over to her side and begged her to try the new piece, and she silently bowed in answer; but the hunted look in the dark eyes might have told how hard it was to nerve herself for this ordeal.
The memory of Gussie"s sneering remarks filled her with the needed courage, and when Lancy sat down and pa.s.sed his fingers over the keys her heart ceased to throb; the very chords had a soothing power, and when Lancy lifted his eyes to her face she replied with a look that she was ready.
The first notes of the piece sounded from the piano, but brought no response from Dexie"s lips. Lancy looked up quickly.
"Oh, Dexie, don"t disappoint me!" he whispered.
Softly the bird-like notes ascended, fluttered and quivered, then slowly gained strength, then the clear, full notes rang through the room, charming every ear.
Those present listened in breathless silence. It was so faultlessly rendered that it was hard to believe that weeks of practice had not been given to bring such perfection of tone; but Dexie whistled for an object, and that was respect and honor from those present in the face of her "tomboy accomplishment."
It is not everyone who can whistle for a thing and get their wishes gratified; but, to the honor and respect which Dexie desired, was added the praise and approval of the delighted listeners. She felt proud to receive it, for it would forever silence Gussie as to how her "bad manners" were regarded.
Dexie was satisfied with her victory, and would not be persuaded into repeating the piece, though, at the close of the rehearsal, she consented to accompany Lancy in giving an exhibition of a bird-song.
It was the same chorus that had delighted the listeners the morning after the adventure in the snow-drifts, and the rendering of it was greatly enhanced by the better instrument before them.
Lancy played the accompaniment and whistled with her, and their voices seemed transformed into veritable song-birds, as they joined or answered each other"s call.
"We must have that at our concert, Miss Sherwood," said Mr. Ross. "We cannot afford to miss it. How is it that I never had the pleasure of listening to this sort of music before, Mr. Gurney? You should have told us of this new accomplishment, Miss Sherwood."
"Indeed! you never would have heard it at all, if I had not forgotten myself so completely," said Dexie, smiling; "but as to whistling at the concert, that is out of the question. It is distressing enough to show my tomboyism before the members here."
"Nonsense! there is nothing of the "tomboy" about that kind of whistling,"
said one of the members. "It is an accomplishment few possess."
"Well, it is fortunate for us that you made us aware of this talent of yours, even though it was unintentional on your part, Miss Sherwood," said Mr. Ross. "We must persuade you to give others the pleasure of hearing you.
It would add much to the attraction of our concert."
"You are most kind, and your remarks most flattering, but I must be excused," said Dexie, turning with a smile to those who had addressed her.
"I do not forget that "whistling girls" are generally frowned down."
"But there is no comparison between the usual tomboy whistle of girls, and those bobolink, canary-bird notes that come from your lips," said an enthusiastic member.
"Miss Sherwood, I am going to place that piece third on the programme, and will call around to-morrow and see you and arrange for these extra pieces.
We can leave out some of the songs rather than miss the treat you can give to those who will be eager to hear you," said the leader, persuasively.
"Indeed, Mr. Ross, I could not think of whistling before the audience we hope to have, so I will excuse you from calling upon me, if that is to be your errand," said Dexie, hurriedly. "I am doing my share as it is."
"Well, if you think it will be too much for you, someone else might take your solo; but that seems a pity, when you are so well prepared. Do you find it tiresome to whistle?"
"Oh, it is not that; it would not tire me if I whistled all day. But I cannot face a hall full of people and whistle to them. It would be dreadful!"
"I would not urge the matter if I did not feel positive of your success. I am sure the members of the club have the average intelligence, and, seeing that you have charmed us all by your unique performance, you need have no hesitancy in trying your powers before a Halifax audience," was the reply.
"Don"t think of it. Oh, I never could do it, Mr. Ross. I should be hissed off the stage."
"No danger of that, Miss Sherwood," said Mr. Markman, the best tenor of the club. "I"ll answer for it that you will so electrify the audience that they will demand an encore. Don"t hide your talent from those who would be so sure to appreciate it."
"Give the matter serious consideration," said Mr. Ross. "I will run in to-morrow and see you, even though I may run the risk of a cool reception.
What time shall I call?" he added, with a smile.
"Well, if you must call and see me, I hope it will be on some other errand; I will be at leisure any time in the afternoon, say three o"clock." Then, looking up with a smile, added: "Don"t imagine I shall reconsider the matter; I simply could not do it."
"I"ll hope to find you in a better frame of mind to-morrow, Miss Sherwood,"
he replied, giving her hand a cordial grasp. "May I ask permission for Mr.
Gurney to be present at the interview?"
"Oh, certainly. I think you can safely venture to do so, seeing that he will probably come in of his own accord, if you don"t ask him," and Lancy joined in the laugh raised at his expense.
"Well, that settles it, Mr. Gurney, I shall depend on your support in this difficult matter. Now, before we separate, I think I am voicing the sentiments of the members here when I ask for one more song. Now, Miss Sherwood, you have acknowledged that it does not tire you to whistle, so you will send us home in the best of spirits if you will favor us once more."
Dexie placed her hands over her ears at the applause that greeted these words, and amidst the general laughter Lancy drew her to the piano.
"I am going to sing "The Mocking-Bird," so you must whistle," he said.
"Come, Dexie, there is no backing out," as she tried to escape him.
"Well, get Gussie to sing with you, and I will; perhaps it will help her good-nature a little--it needs help," she whispered, laughing.
On being sufficiently urged, Gussie stepped over to the piano beside them, and joined her alto to the chorus.
Dexie played and whistled, and, as the members listened, all joined Mr.
Ross in thinking that their programme should hold this song also.