voice. "Scale of E minor. . . . WEITER, WEITER! . . . IMMER
I hear the thumb, like a lame foot. WEITER . . . WEITER, once;
. . . SCHON! The chords, quick!"

The pupil did not open her mouth until they began the
second movement of the Clementi sonata, when she remon-
strated in low tones about the way he had marked the
fingering of a passage.

"It makes no matter what you think," replied her
teacher coldly. "There is only one right way. The thumb
there. EIN, ZWEI, DREI, VIER," etc. Then for an hour there
was no further interruption.

At the end of the lesson Thea turned on her stool and
leaned her arm on the keyboard. They usually had a little
talk after the lesson.

Herr Wunsch grinned. "How soon is it you are free from
school? Then we make ahead faster, eh?"

"First week in June. Then will you give me the `Invi-
tation to the Dance'?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "It makes no matter. If
you want him, you play him out of lesson hours."

"All right." Thea fumbled in her pocket and brought
out a crumpled slip of paper. "What does this mean, please?
I guess it's Latin."