Papa bought them to encourage me in my
music, because he is so anxious I shall make a success of it."
"Why, this is interesting. I haven't had time yet to find out about
your talents. Do you sing or play the piano?"
"A little of both, but I like the violin best and I've taken lessons
on it since I was eight years old. I am all out of practice now,"
she added soberly, "for I've done hardly anything at it since mamma
died. She was so fond of it that everything I play reminds me of
her, and I can't bear it yet."
"Perhaps you will feel like beginning again this winter," said Mrs.
Hamilton, putting her arm around her.
"I am sure I shall," answered Ruth gratefully, giving the kind arm
a little squeeze. "Papa thought that just as soon as I got well
started in school it would be a good plan for me to go into Boston
for violin lessons."
"That will be delightful," said Mrs. Hamilton heartily, "and I shall
have to begin practicing so that I can play your accompaniments.
Since Arthur has been ill I have neglected my piano dreadfully.
I used to play duets with him a great deal, but I suppose nothing
would persuade him to touch the piano now."
"Will he never be any better?"
"The doctor gives us every reason to hope that he will be almost
well if he can only get over this terrible depression.
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