But

after a while Art flagged. It sometimes does, even if some switchman doesn't

flag it. Everything going out and nothing coming in, as the vulgarians say.

Money was lacking to pay Mr. Magister and Herr Rosenstock their prices. When

one loves one's Art no service seems too hard. So, Delia said she must give

music lessons to keep the chafing dish bubbling.

For two or three days she went out canvassing for pupils. One

evening she came home elated.

"Joe, dear," she said, gleefully, "I've a pupil.

And, oh, the loveliest people! General--General A. B. Pinkney's daughter--on

Seventy-first street. Such a splendid house, Joe--you ought to see the front

door! Byzantine I think you would call it. And inside! Oh, Joe, I never saw

anything like it before.

"My pupil is his daughter Clementina. I dearly love her

already. She's a delicate thing-dresses always in white; and the sweetest,

simplest manners! Only ei...