第14章
"IhavejustbeentellingMissKronborgthatthoughI
cannotpromiseheranythingpermanent，Imightgiveher
somethingforthenextfewmonths。Mysopranoisayoungmarriedwomanandistemporarilyindisposed。Shewouldbegladtobeexcusedfromherdutiesforawhile。IlikeMissKronborg’ssingingverymuch，andIthinkshewouldbenefitbytheinstructioninmychoir。Singingheremightverywellleadtosomethingelse。WepayoursopranoonlyeightdollarsaSunday，butshealwaysgetstendollarsforsingingatfunerals。MissKronborghasasympatheticvoice，andIthinktherewouldbeagooddealofdemandforheratfunerals。SeveralAmericanchurchesapplytomeforasoloistonsuchoccasions，andIcouldhelphertopickupquitealittlemoneythatway。"
ThissoundedlugubrioustoDr。Archie，whohadaphysi—
cian’sdislikeoffunerals，buthetriedtoacceptthesug—
gestioncordially。
"MissKronborgtellsmesheishavingsometroublegettinglocated，"Mr。Larsenwentonwithanimation，stillholdinghisviolin。"Iwouldadvisehertokeepawayfromboarding—housesaltogether。AmongmyparishionerstherearetwoGermanwomen，amotheranddaughter。
ThedaughterisaSwedebymarriage，andclingstotheSwedishChurch。Theylivenearhere，andtheyrentsomeoftheirrooms。Theyhavenowalargeroomvacant，andhaveaskedmetorecommendsomeone。Theyhavenevertakenboarders，butMrs。Lorch，themother，isagoodcook，——atleast，Iamalwaysgladtotakesupperwithher，——andIthinkIcouldpersuadehertoletthisyoungwomanpartakeofthefamilytable。Thedaughter，Mrs。
Andersen，ismusical，too，andsingsintheMozartSociety。
Ithinktheymightliketohaveamusicstudentinthehouse。YouspeakGerman，Isuppose？"heturnedtoThea。
"Oh，no；afewwords。Idon’tknowthegrammar，"shemurmured。
Dr。Archienoticedthathereyeslookedaliveagain，notfrozenastheyhadlookedallmorning。"Ifthisfellowcan
helpher，it’snotformetobestand—offish，"hesaidtohim—
self。
"Doyouthinkyouwouldliketostayinsuchaquietplace，withold—fashionedpeople？"Mr。Larsenasked。"I
shouldn’tthinkyoucouldfindabetterplacetowork，ifthat’swhatyouwant。"
"Ithinkmotherwouldliketohavemewithpeoplelikethat，"Theareplied。"AndI’dbegladtosettledownmostanywhere。I’mlosingtime。"
"Verywell，there’snotimelikethepresent。LetusgotoseeMrs。LorchandMrs。Andersen。"
Theministerputhisviolininitscaseandcaughtupablack—and—whitecheckedtraveling—capthatheworewhenherodehishighColumbiawheel。Thethreeleftthechurchtogether。
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SOTheadidnotgotoaboarding—houseafterall。WhenDr。ArchieleftChicagoshewascomfortablysettledwithMrs。Lorch，andherhappyreunionwithhertrunksomewhatconsoledherforhisdeparture。
Mrs。LorchandherdaughterlivedhalfamilefromtheSwedishReformChurch，inanoldsquareframehouse，withaporchsupportedbyfrailpillars，setinadampyardfullofbiglilacbushes。Thehouse，whichhadbeenleftoverfromcountrytimes，neededpaintbadly，andlookedgloomyanddespondentamongitssmartQueenAnneneighbors。
Therewasabigbackyardwithtworowsofappletreesandagrapearbor，andawarpedwalk，twoplankswide，whichledtothecoalbinsatthebackofthelot。Thea’sroomwasonthesecondfloor，overlookingthisbackyard，andsheunderstoodthatinthewintershemustcarryupherowncoalandkindlingfromthebin。Therewasnofur—
naceinthehouse，norunningwaterexceptinthekitchen，andthatwaswhytheroomrentwassmall。Alltheroomswereheatedbystoves，andthelodgerspumpedthewatertheyneededfromthecisternundertheporch，orfromthewellattheentranceofthegrapearbor。OldMrs。Lorchcouldneverbringherselftohavecostlyimprovementsmadeinherhouse；indeedshehadverylittlemoney。Shepreferredtokeepthehousejustasherhusbandbuiltit，andshethoughtherwayoflivinggoodenoughforplainpeople。
Thea’sroomwaslargeenoughtoadmitarenteduprightpianowithoutcrowding。Itwas，thewidoweddaughtersaid，"adoubleroomthathadalwaysbeforebeenoccupiedbytwogentlemen"；thepianonowtooktheplaceofasecondoccupant。Therewasaningraincarpetonthefloor，
greenivyleavesonaredground，andclumsy，old—fashionedwalnutfurniture。Thebedwasverywide，andthemat—
tressthinandhard。Overthefatpillowswere"shams"
embroideredinTurkeyred，eachwithafloweringscroll——onewith"Gute’Nacht，"theotherwith"GutenMorgen。"ThedresserwassobigthatTheawonderedhowithadeverbeengotintothehouseandupthenarrowstairs。Besidesanoldhorsehairarmchair，thereweretwolowplush"spring—rockers，"againstthemassivepedestalsofwhichonewasalwaysstumblinginthedark。Theasatinthedarkagooddealthosefirstweeks，andsometimesapainfulbumpagainstoneofthosebrutallyimmovablepedestalsrousedhertemperandpulledheroutofaheavyhour。Thewall—paperwasbrownishyellow，withblueflowers。Whenitwasputon，thecarpet，certainly，hadnotbeenconsulted。TherewasonlyonepictureonthewallwhenTheamovedin：alargecoloredprintofabrightlylightedchurchinasnow—storm，onChristmasEve，withgreenshangingaboutthestonedoorwayandarchedwindows。Therewassomethingwarmandhome，likeaboutthispicture，andTheagrewfondofit。Oneday，onherwayintotowntotakeherlesson，shestoppedatabookstoreandboughtaphotographoftheNaplesbustofJuliusCaesar。Thisshehadframed，andhungitonthebigbarewallbehindherstove。Itwasacuriouschoice，butshewasattheagewhenpeopledoinexplicablethings。ShehadbeeninterestedinCaesar’s"Commen—
taries"whensheleftschooltobeginteaching，andshelovedtoreadaboutgreatgenerals；butthesefactswouldscarcelyexplainherwantingthatgrimbaldheadtoshareherdailyexistence。Itseemedastrangefreak，whensheboughtsofewthings，andwhenshehad，asMrs。AndersensaidtoMrs。Lorch，"nopicturesofthecomposersatall。"
Boththewidowswerekindtoher，butThealikedthemotherbetter。OldMrs。Lorchwasfatandjolly，witharedface，alwaysshiningasifshehadjustcomefromthe
stove，brightlittleeyes，andhairofseveralcolors。Herownhairwasonecastofiron—gray，herswitchanother，andherfalsefrontstillanother。Herclothesalwayssmelledofsavorycooking，exceptwhenshewasdressedforchurchorKAFFEEKLATSCH，andthenshesmelledofbayrumorofthelemon—verbenasprigwhichshetuckedinsideherpuffyblackkidglove。HercookingjustifiedallthatMr。Larsenhadsaidofit，andTheahadneverbeensowellnourishedbefore。
Thedaughter，Mrs。Andersen，——Irene，hermothercalledher，——wasadifferentsortofwomanaltogether。
Shewasperhapsfortyyearsold，angular，big—boned，withlarge，thinfeatures，light—blueeyes，anddry，yellowhair，thebangtightlyfrizzed。Shewaspale，anaemic，andsenti—
mental。Shehadmarriedtheyoungestsonofarich，arro—
gantSwedishfamilywhowerelumbermerchantsinSt。
Paul。Thereshedweltduringhermarriedlife。OscarAndersenwasastrong，full—bloodedfellowwhohadcountedonalonglifeandhadbeenrathercarelessabouthisbusi—
nessaffairs。Hewaskilledbytheexplosionofasteamboilerinthemills，andhisbrothersmanagedtoprovethathehadverylittlestockinthebigbusiness。Theyhadstronglydisapprovedofhismarriageandtheyagreedamongthemselvesthattheywereentirelyjustifiedinde—
fraudinghiswidow，who，theysaid，"wouldonlymarryagainandgivesomefellowagoodthingofit。"Mrs。Ander—
senwouldnotgotolawwiththefamilythathadalwayssnubbedandwoundedher——shefeltthehumiliationofbe—
ingthrustoutmorethanshefeltherimpoverishment；soshewentbacktoChicagotolivewithherwidowedmotheronanincomeoffivehundredayear。Thisexperiencehadgivenhersentimentalnatureanincurablehurt。Somethingwitheredawayinher。Herheadhadadownwarddroop；
herstepwassoftandapologetic，eveninhermother’shouse，andhersmilehadthesickly，uncertainflickerthatsooftencomesfromasecrethumiliation。Shewasaffable
andyetshrinking，likeonewhohascomedownintheworld，whohasknownbetterclothes，bettercarpets，bet—
terpeople，brighterhopes。HerhusbandwasburiedintheAndersenlotinSt。Paul，withalockedironfencearoundit。Shehadtogotohiseldestbrotherforthekeywhenshewenttosaygood—byetohisgrave。SheclungtotheSwedishChurchbecauseithadbeenherhusband’schurch。
Ashermotherhadnoroomforherhouseholdbelongings，Mrs。Andersenhadbroughthomewithheronlyherbed—
roomset，whichnowfurnishedherownroomatMrs。
Lorch’s。Thereshespentmostofhertime，doingfancy—
workorwritingletterstosympathizingGermanfriendsinSt。Paul，surroundedbykeepsakesandphotographsoftheburlyOscarAndersen。Thea，whenshewasadmittedtothisroom，andshownthesephotographs，foundher—
selfwondering，liketheAndersenfamily，whysuchalusty，gay—lookingfelloweverthoughthewantedthispallid，long—cheekedwoman，whosemannerwasalwaysthatofwithdrawing，andwhomusthavebeenratherthin—bloodedevenasagirl。
Mrs。Andersenwascertainlyadepressingperson。ItsometimesannoyedTheaverymuchtohearherinsinuat—
ingknockonthedoor，herflurriedexplanationofwhyshehadcome，asshebackedtowardthestairs。Mrs。AndersenadmiredTheagreatly。Shethoughtitadistinctiontobeevena"temporarysoprano"——Theacalledherselfsoquiteseriously——intheSwedishChurch。ShealsothoughtitdistinguishedtobeapupilofHarsanyi’s。SheconsideredTheaveryhandsome，verySwedish，verytalented。SheflutteredabouttheupperfloorwhenTheawaspracticing。
Inshort，shetriedtomakeaheroineofher，justasTillieKronborghadalwaysdone，andTheawasconsciousofsomethingofthesort。WhenshewasworkingandheardMrs。Andersentip—toeingpastherdoor，sheusedtoshrughershouldersandwonderwhethershewasalwaystohaveaTilliedivingfurtivelyaboutherinsomedisguiseorother。
Atthedressmaker’sMrs。AndersenrecalledTillieevenmorepainfully。AfterherfirstSundayinMr。Larsen’schoir，Theasawthatshemusthaveaproperdressformorningservice。HerMoonstonepartydressmightdotowearintheevening，butshemusthaveonefrockthatcouldstandthelightofday。She，ofcourse，knewnothingaboutChicagodressmakers，sosheletMrs。AndersentakehertoaGermanwomanwhomsherecommendedwarmly。TheGermandressmakerwasexcitableanddramatic。Concertdresses，shesaid，wereherspecialty。Inherfitting—roomtherewerephotographsofsingersinthedressesshehadmadethemforthisorthatSANGERFEST。SheandMrs。An—
dersentogetherachievedacostumewhichwouldhavewarmedTillieKronborg’sheart。Itwasclearlyintendedforawomanofforty，withviolenttastes。Thereseemedtobeapieceofeveryknownfabricinitsomewhere。Whenitcamehome，andwasspreadoutonherhugebed，Thealookeditoverandtoldherselfcandidlythatitwas"ahorror。"However，hermoneywasgone，andtherewasnothingtodobutmakethebestofthedress。Sheneverworeitexcept，asshesaid，"tosingin，"asifitwereanunbecominguniform。WhenMrs。LorchandIrenetoldherthatshe"lookedlikealittlebird—of—Paradiseinit，"TheashutherteethandrepeatedtoherselfwordsshehadlearnedfromJoeGiddyandSpanishJohnny。
InthesetwogoodwomenTheafoundfaithfulfriends，andintheirhouseshefoundthequietandpeacewhichhelpedhertosupportthegreatexperiencesofthatwinter。
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ANDORHARSANYIhadneverhadapupilintheleastlikeTheaKronborg。Hehadneverhadonemoreintelligent，andhehadneverhadonesoignorant。
WhenTheasatdowntotakeherfirstlessonfromhim，shehadneverheardaworkbyBeethovenoracompositionbyChopin。Sheknewtheirnamesvaguely。Wunschhadbeenamusicianonce，longbeforehewanderedintoMoon—
stone，butwhenTheaawokehisinteresttherewasnotmuchleftofhim。FromhimTheahadlearnedsomethingabouttheworksofGluckandBach，andheusedtoplayhersomeofthecompositionsofSchumann。InhistrunkhehadamutilatedscoreoftheFsharpminorsonata，whichhehadheardClaraSchumannplayatafestivalinLeipsic。Thoughhispowersofexecutionwereatsuchalowebb，heusedtoplayatthissonataforhispupilandmanagedtogivehersomeideaofitsbeauty。WhenWunschwasayoungman，itwasstilldaringtolikeSchumann；enthusiasmforhisworkwasconsideredanexpressionofyouthfulwayward—
ness。PerhapsthatwaswhyWunschrememberedhimbest。
TheastudiedsomeoftheKINDERSZENENwithhim，aswellassomelittlesonatasbyMozartandClementi。ButforthemostpartWunschstucktoCzernyandHummel。
HarsanyifoundinTheaapupilwithsure，stronghands，onewhoreadrapidlyandintelligently，whohad，hefelt，arichlygiftednature。Butshehadbeengivennodirection，andherardorwasunawakened。Shehadneverheardasymphonyorchestra。Theliteratureofthepianowasanundiscoveredworldtoher。Hewonderedhowshehadbeenabletoworksohardwhensheknewsolittleofwhatshewasworkingtoward。ShehadbeentaughtaccordingtotheoldStuttgartmethod；stiffback，stiffelbows，averyformal
positionofthehands。Thebestthingaboutherprepara—
tionwasthatshehaddevelopedanunusualpowerofwork。
Henoticedatonceherwayofchargingatdifficulties。Sherantomeetthemasiftheywerefoesshehadlongbeenseeking，seizedthemasiftheyweredestinedforherandsheforthem。Whatevershedidwell，shetookforgranted。
HereagernessarousedalltheyoungHungarian’schivalry。
Instinctivelyonewenttotherescueofacreaturewhohadsomuchtoovercomeandwhostruggledsohard。HeusedtotellhiswifethatMissKronborg’shourtookmoreoutofhimthanhalfadozenotherlessons。Heusuallykeptherlongovertime；hechangedherlessonsaboutsothathecoulddoso，andoftengavehertimeattheendoftheday，whenhecouldtalktoherafterwardandplayforheralittlefromwhathehappenedtobestudying。Itwasalwaysinterestingtoplayforher。Sometimesshewassosilentthathewondered，whenshelefthim，whethershehadgotanythingoutofit。Butaweeklater，twoweekslater，shewouldgivebackhisideaagaininawaythatsethimvibrating。
AllthiswasverywellforHarsanyi；aninterestingvaria—
tionintheroutineofteaching。ButforTheaKronborg，thatwinterwasalmostbeyondenduring。Shealwaysre—
membereditasthehappiestandwildestandsaddestofherlife。Thingscametoofastforher；shehadnothadenoughpreparation。ThereweretimeswhenshecamehomefromherlessonandlayuponherbedhatingWunschandherfamily，hatingaworldthathadlethergrowupsoignorant；
whenshewishedthatshecoulddiethenandthere，andbebornoveragaintobeginanew。Shesaidsomethingofthiskindoncetoherteacher，inthemidstofabitterstruggle。
Harsanyiturnedthelightofhiswonderfuleyeuponher——
poorfellow，hehadbutone，thoughthatwassetinsuchahandsomehead——andsaidslowly："Everyartistmakeshimselfborn。Itisverymuchharderthantheothertime，andlonger。Yourmotherdidnotbringanythingintothe
worldtoplaypiano。Thatyoumustbringintotheworldyourself。"
ThiscomfortedTheatemporarily，foritseemedtogiveherachance。Butagreatdealofthetimeshewascom—
fortless。HerletterstoDr。Archiewerebriefandbusiness—
like。Shewasnotapttochattermuch，eveninthestim—
ulatingcompanyofpeoplesheliked，andtochatteronpaperwassimplyimpossibleforher。Ifshetriedtowritehimanythingdefiniteaboutherwork，sheimmediatelyscratcheditoutasbeingonlypartiallytrue，ornottrueatall。Nothingthatshecouldsayaboutherstudiesseemedunqualifiedlytrue，oncesheputitdownonpaper。
Lateoneafternoon，whenshewasthoroughlytiredandwantedtostruggleonintothedusk，Harsanyi，tiredtoo，threwuphishandsandlaughedather。"Notto—day，MissKronborg。Thatsonatawillkeep；itwon’trunaway。
EvenifyouandIshouldnotwakenupto—morrow，itwillbethere。"
Theaturnedtohimfiercely。"No，itisn’thereunlessIhaveit——notforme，"shecriedpassionately。"OnlywhatIholdinmytwohandsisthereforme！"
Harsanyimadenoreply。Hetookadeepbreathandsatdownagain。"Thesecondmovementnow，quietly，withtheshouldersrelaxed。"
Therewerehours，too，ofgreatexaltation；whenshewasatherbestandbecameapartofwhatshewasdoingandceasedtoexistinanyothersense。Therewereothertimeswhenshewassoshatteredbyideasthatshecoulddonoth—
ingworthwhile；whentheytrampledoverherlikeanarmyandshefeltasifshewerebleedingtodeathunderthem。
Shesometimescamehomefromalatelessonsoexhaustedthatshecouldeatnosupper。Ifshetriedtoeat，shewasillafterward。Sheusedtothrowherselfuponthebedandliethereinthedark，notthinking，notfeeling，butevapo—
rating。Thatsamenight，perhaps，shewouldwakenuprestedandcalm，andasshewentoverherworkinhermind，
thepassagesseemedtobecomesomethingofthemselves，totakeasortofpatterninthedarkness。ShehadneverlearnedtoworkawayfromthepianountilshecametoHarsanyi，andithelpedhermorethananythinghadeverhelpedherbefore。
Shealmostneverworkednowwiththesunny，happycontentmentthathadfilledthehourswhensheworkedwithWunsch——"likeafathorseturningasorgummill，"
shesaidbitterlytoherself。Then，bystickingtoit，shecouldalwaysdowhatshesetouttodo。Now，every—
thingthatshereallywantedwasimpossible；aCANTABILE
likeHarsanyi’s，forinstance，insteadofherowncloudytone。Nousetellinghershemighthaveitintenyears。
Shewanteditnow。Shewonderedhowshehadeverfoundotherthingsinteresting：books，"AnnaKarenina"——allthatseemedsounrealandontheoutsideofthings。Shewasnotbornamusician，shedecided；therewasnootherwayofexplainingit。
Sometimesshegotsonervousatthepianothatsheleftit，andsnatchingupherhatandcapewentoutandwalked，hurryingthroughthestreetslikeChristianfleeingfromtheCityofDestruction。Andwhileshewalkedshecried。
Therewasscarcelyastreetintheneighborhoodthatshehadnotcriedupanddownbeforethatwinterwasover。
Thethingthatusedtolieunderhercheek，thatsatsowarmlyoverherheartwhensheglidedawayfromthesandhillsthatautumnmorning，wasfarfromher。ShehadcometoChicagotobewithit，andithaddesertedher，leavinginitsplaceapainfullonging，anunresigneddespair。
Harsanyiknewthathisinterestingpupil——"thesav—
ageblonde，"oneofhismalestudentscalledher——wassometimesveryunhappy。Hesawinherdiscontentacuriousdefinitionofcharacter。Hewouldhavesaidthatagirlwithsomuchmusicalfeeling，sointelligent，withgoodtrainingofeyeandhand，would，whenthussuddenlyin—
troducedtothegreatliteratureofthepiano，havefoundboundlesshappiness。Buthesoonlearnedthatshewasnotabletoforgetherownpovertyintherichnessoftheworldheopenedtoher。Oftenwhenheplayedtoher，herfacewasthepictureofrestlessmisery。Shewouldsitcrouchingforward，herelbowsonherknees，herbrowsdrawntogetherandhergray—greeneyessmallerthanever，reducedtomerepin—pointsofcold，piercinglight。Some—
times，whileshelistened，shewouldswallowhard，twoorthreetimes，andlooknervouslyfromlefttoright，drawinghershoulderstogether。"Exactly，"hethought，"asifshewerebeingwatched，orasifshewerenakedandheardsomeonecoming。"
Ontheotherhand，whenshecameseveraltimestoseeMrs。Harsanyiandthetwobabies，shewaslikealittlegirl，jollyandgayandeagertoplaywiththechildren，wholovedher。Thelittledaughter，Tanya，likedtotouchMissKronborg’syellowhairandpatit，saying，"Dolly，dolly，"
becauseitwasofacolormuchoftenerseenondollsthanonpeople。ButifHarsanyiopenedthepianoandsatdowntoplay，MissKronborggraduallydrewawayfromthechil—
dren，retreatedtoacornerandbecamesullenortroubled。
Mrs。Harsanyinoticedthis，also，andthoughtitverystrangebehavior。
AnotherthingthatpuzzledHarsanyiwasThea’sap—
parentlackofcuriosity。Severaltimesheofferedtogiveherticketstoconcerts，butshesaidshewastootiredorthatit"knockedherouttobeuplate。"Harsanyididnotknowthatshewassinginginachoir，andhadoftentosingatfunerals，neitherdidherealizehowmuchherworkwithhimstirredherandexhaustedher。Once，justasshewasleavinghisstudio，hecalledherbackandtoldherhecouldgivehersometicketsthathadbeensenthimforEmmaJuchthatevening。Theafingeredtheblackwoolontheedgeofherplushcapeandreplied，"Oh，thankyou，Mr。
Harsanyi，butIhavetowashmyhairto—night。"
Mrs。HarsanyilikedMissKronborgthoroughly。ShesawinherthemakingofapupilwhowouldreflectcredituponHarsanyi。Shefeltthatthegirlcouldbemadetolookstrikinglyhandsome，andthatshehadthekindofper—
sonalitywhichtakesholdofaudiences。Moreover，MissKronborgwasnotintheleastsentimentalaboutherhus—
band。Sometimesfromtheshowpupilsonehadtoendureagooddeal。"Ilikethatgirl，"sheusedtosay，whenHarsanyitoldherofoneofThea’sGAUCHERIES。"Shedoesn’tsigheverytimethewindblows。Withheroneswallowdoesn’tmakeasummer。"
Theatoldthemverylittleaboutherself。Shewasnotnaturallycommunicative，andshefoundithardtofeelconfidenceinnewpeople。Shedidnotknowwhy，butshecouldnottalktoHarsanyiasshecouldtoDr。Archie，ortoJohnnyandMrs。Tellamantez。WithMr。Larsenshefeltmoreathome，andwhenshewaswalkingshesometimesstoppedathisstudytoeatcandywithhimortoheartheplotofthenovelhehappenedtobereading。
OneeveningtowardthemiddleofDecemberTheawastodinewiththeHarsanyis。Shearrivedearly，tohavetimetoplaywiththechildrenbeforetheywenttobed。
Mrs。Harsanyitookherintoherownroomandhelpedhertakeoffhercountry"fascinator"andherclumsyplushcape。Theahadboughtthiscapeatabigdepartmentstoreandhadpaid$16。50forit。Asshehadneverpaidmorethantendollarsforacoatbefore，thatseemedtoheralargeprice。Itwasveryheavyandnotverywarm，orna—
mentedwithashowypatterninblackdisks，andtrimmedaroundthecollarandtheedgeswithsomekindofblackwoolthat"crocked"badlyinsnoworrain。Itwaslinedwithacottonstuffcalled"farmer’ssatin。"Mrs。Harsanyiwasonewomaninathousand。AssheliftedthiscapefromThea’sshouldersandlaiditonherwhitebed，shewishedthatherhusbanddidnothavetochargepupilslikethisonefortheirlessons。TheaworeherMoonstoneparty
dress，whiteorgandie，madewitha"V"neckandelbowsleeves，andabluesash。Shelookedveryprettyinit，andaroundherthroatshehadastringofpinkcoralandtinywhiteshellsthatRayoncebroughtherfromLosAngeles。
Mrs。Harsanyinoticedthatsheworehighheavyshoeswhichneededblacking。ThechoirinMr。Larsen’schurchstoodbehindarailing，soTheadidnotpaymuchattentiontohershoes。