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it was your jewels she was after."
Priss clapped again. Faces obediently turned.
"Everyone," their hostess announced. "Evelyn here
has kindly agreed to sing for us. Of course you will,
Evelyn, don't be silly. And Sidney," she informed Mr.
Blossom, "will accompany her on the piano."
"Splendid!" called out the rector, who had no idea
he detested the very sound of Mrs. Troyes's voice.
"Well, sing something with some snap to it, Evelyn.
I can't stand that lilimimiheehee shrieking. It would send
a dog under the house," bellowed Bredforet, and, "Oh,
shut up, William," said his tiny wife.
So Sidney Blossom asked the moody Kate to turn
his pages, and her mother stared her into acceptance.
Then, with hand posed Peabody Institute-style on the
Steinway, Evelyn began "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life,"
swept up to Schubert, and crashed to a halt with "Un
bel di" when June Hayes dropped the glass robin that
had belonged to Ernest Ransom's grandmother. It
shattered on the polished floor. Mrs. Hayes screamed,
her husband winced, Mrs. Troyes slid off her note, and
the room came to a full stop.