a
moonstone pendant set in dull silver that matched the shimmering grey of
her dress. The piano had been drawn to the front of the platform, and
she took her place. Then the magic music began. Diana knew her friend
could play well, but she had never heard her reach this pitch before.
The audience listened as if spell-bound, and, when the last note died
away, broke into a storm of applause. There was no question about their
enthusiasm, and an encore was inevitable. They stamped heartily, indeed,
for a second encore, but Mrs. Fleming refused to return to the platform,
and sent on the next performer instead. The "Ballade in A flat", in the
second part of the programme, was an almost greater success, and
produced shouts of "Brava!" from the back of the hall. Pendlemere people
could appreciate good music, and showed their approval with
north-country heartiness.

The Fleming family sat during the performance gazing as if they could
scarcely believe the evidence of their own eyes and ears. Diana had
calculated upon giving them a surprise, and she had certainly done so.
Apparently it was a very pleasant one, to judge from the expression on
their faces.

As the crowd filed out from the benches at the close of the concert,
Diana found herself walking behind Meg, who was speaking to a friend.

"That 'Moonlight Sonata' was beautiful!" Ada Davis was saying. "And Mrs.
Fleming looked so charming to-night! How nice to have such a pretty,
clever mother!"

"I'm _awfully_ proud of her!" agreed Meg, with unction.

"Humph! High time you were!" sniffed Diana behind.

At the door the Vicar was helping his wife into her cloak. He put it
round her with quite a gallant little air, and offered her his arm as
they stepped out into the starlight together.

"I hardly know you to-night, Sylvia. You excelled yourself!" he
remarked.

"'Sylvia'!" Diana triumphed inwardly. "That's the first time I've ever
heard him call her anything except 'Mother'. If _I_ get married, I'll
want my husband to call me 'Diana', even if I've a dozen children to be
'Mother' to! I guess Mrs. Fleming has hopped off the shelf to-day, and I
just hope to goodness she'll never go back."

CHAPTER XII

Diana Breaks Out

Diana went back to school in the wildest and most rampageous of spirits.
She felt that she just had to let off steam somehow. She seized Wendy's
hand, tore with her to the very top of the house and down again, then
careered along the corridor i