I have come to know, since, that it was not worth
it. That nothing could be worth it."
"But it was worth it. Your mother would do it all over
again, if she had the chance. That's what we're for."
Bauer pulled out his watch and uttered a horrified
exclamation. "Himmel! Four o'clock! And I have a pupil at
four." He turned hastily to Mrs. Brandeis. "I am giving a
little supper in my studio after the concert to-night."
"Oh, Gott!" groaned Schabelitz.
"It is in honor of Schabelitz here. You see how overcome he
is. Will you let me bring Theodore back with me after the
concert? There will be some music, and perhaps he will play
for us."
Schabelitz bent again in his queer little foreign bow. "And
you, of course, will honor us, Mrs. Brandeis." He had never
lived in Winnebago.
"Oh, certainly," Bauer hastened to say. He had.
"I!" Molly Brandeis looked down at her apron, and
stroked it with her fingers. Then she looked up with a
little smile that was not so pleasant as her smile usually
was. There had flashed across her quick mind a picture of
Mrs.
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