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“Come on, Phil, play for us,” said Ann Maria. “Louise has some new music.”

“Good; let Louise do it.”

“You first, my dear Philip!”

“O, start the victrola, girls!”

“Philip Van Buskirk! Do you mean to say that you will take piano and organ all year of the perfectly fine professor down there and not play a note for your suffering family?”

So Philip was escorted to the piano by Ann Maria and Louise, and played for this family group as he had played for Aunt Katherine.

Ann Maria looked questioningly at Cathalina as Philip played his own exquisite little theme, and receiving a confirming nod, looked mischievous, but remained silent like the rest until Philip had finished.

“What was that second thing you played, Phil?—I can’t think what it is, someway, but it sounds like—” Ann Maria paused as if trying to think of the name of a composition.

“What does it sound like?” demanded Philip, whirling around. Then he caught the look in Ann Maria’s eyes.

“O, you Maria,” said he slangily, shaking his head at her and dashing into popular songs in which the cousins joined.