Uncle William: the man who was shif'less by Jennette Barbour Perry Lee
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"Time to go, is it?"
"Not yet. That was only the first half--the pupils' half. The rest is what I wanted you to hear--the sea-pieces and the others. They are played by real musicians." "You goin' to do one?" asked Uncle William. "Yes, one." She smiled at him. "I'll stay." He settled back comfortably. "That's right. I must go now and speak to some of the mothers. They only come for the first half. They will be going home." She moved away. Uncle William's eyes followed her admiringly. He turned to the old gentleman beside him. "Nice girl," he said. "She is a fine teacher," responded the old gentleman. "She had not been here long, but she had a good following. She has temperament." "Has she?" Uncle William looked after her a little quizzically. "Makes 'em stand around does she? You can't ever tell about temper. Sometimes it's the quietest ones has the wust. But she makes 'em work good. You can see that." "Yes, she makes them work." The old gentleman smiled upon him kindly and patronizingly. He had been born and brought up in New York. He was receptive to new ideas and people. There was something about Uncle William--a subtle tang--that he liked. It was a new flavor. |
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