"One and two and three and four and—one and two and three and four and...." Mrs. Sturgis had a way of tapping the ivory keys of the piano with her pencil when she was counting the beat during a music lesson. It made her little pupils nervous and sometimes upset them completely. Now she abruptly interrupted herself and rapped the keys sharply. "Mildred, dearie—it doesn't go that way at all; the quarter note is on 'three.' It's one and two and threeand.... You see?" "Mama." A tall dark girl stood in the doorway of the room. Mrs. Sturgis affected not to hear and drew a firm circle with her pencil about the troublesome quarter note. There was another insistent demand from the door. Mrs. Sturgis twisted about and leaned back on the piano bench so that Mildred's thin little figure might not obstruct the view of her daughter. Her air was one of martyred resignation but she smiled indulgently. Very sweetly she said: "Yes, dearie?" Jeannette recognized the tone as one her mother used to disguise annoyance. "It's quarter to six...." Jeannette left the sentence unfinished. She hoped her mother would guess the rest, but Mrs. Sturgis only smiled more sweetly and looked expectant. "There's no bread," Jeannette then said bluntly. Mrs. Sturgis' expression did not change nor did she ease her constrained position. "Well, dearie ... the delicatessen shop is open. Perhaps you or Alice can run down to Kratzmer's and get a loaf." "But we can't do that, Mama." There was a note of exasperation in the girl's voice; she looked hard at her mother and frowned. "Ah...." Mrs. Sturgis gave a short gasp of understanding. Kratzmer had been owed a little account for some time and the fat German had suggested that his bills be settled more promptly. "My purse is there, dearie"; she indicated the shabby imitation leather bag on the table. Then with a renewal of her alert smile she returned to the lesson.
