“She may come with me, mother,” Edith said, pausing in the lesson with finger uplifted on the beat; “Billy mustn’t go into that bleak tank house.”,
Jenny, my own true loved one,
Miss Gordon complied, then followed the old favorite with a two-step played in as sprightly a manner as the organ would allow..
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