ven kept the choir waiting while he made her try
the Prelude over again.

"I've had quite an enjoyable half-hour," he said, shutting the books at
last. "You're a sympathetic little player! Look here, the lady who was
to have helped me with my recital on Sunday week has failed me. Suppose
you take her place, and play the Prelude. It would go very well if we
practiced it a few times together."

"Play at the recital!" gasped Bess.

"Why not? Ask your father when you go home, and send me a note
to-morrow, for I want to get the thing fixed up. These boys are waiting
for me now. I have to train them for an anthem. You can come and
practice with me on Friday at the same time, 4.30."

Dr. Linton dismissed the girls as if he took it entirely for granted
that the matter was settled. Bess was almost overwhelmed by the
proposal. It was considered a great honor to play in the Abbey, and she
had never dreamed that it could fall to her lot to be asked to take part
in the Sunday recital. She was not sure how her father and mother would
view the idea, but rather to her surprise they both readily acquiesced.

"We shall have to get your grandfather to come over and hear you," said
Mr. Haselford.

"Oh yes! And may I ask Ingred to stay with us for the week-end? You see,
she can't come all the way from Wynch-on-the-Wold for Sunday recitals,
and it's entirely owing to her that I'm playing. I should so like her to
be there."

Ingred accepted the invitation with alacrity. She had grown very fond of
Bess lately--so fond, indeed, that Verity's nose was put considerably
out of joint. Verity, though an amusing school comrade, was not a "home"
friend. Apart from fun in their dormitory, she and Ingred had little in
common, and had never arranged to spend a holiday together. She was a
jolly enough girl, but so fond of "ragging" that it was impossible to do
anything but joke with her. Bess, on the contrary, was a real confidante
who could be trusted with secrets. The two friends spent an idyllic
Saturday together. Mr. Haselford motored over to Birkshaw to fetch his
father, and took the girls with him in the car. Mr. Haselford the elder
proved a delightful old gentleman, deeply interested in music, and much
gratified that his grand-daughter was to play at the Abbey.

"It was a happy thought of yours, my dear!" he said to Ingred. "Why,
I've often attended those recitals, and never guessed little Bess would
be asked to take part in one! I sang in