Daniel Watson,
   aged 4. 
   MUS.  Sense.  Developed. If so, when.  If not,
   how, and at once.

She read on feverishly.  She felt herself to be in the throes of a great idea.

Then she called Camilla.  Camilla is always so practical, she thought.

To Camilla she elaborated the vital points of Dr. Parker’s theory of the awakening of the musical sense, reading here and there from the book, rapidly and unintelligibly.  She was so excited she was incoherent.  Camilla listened patiently, although her thoughts were with her biscuits in the oven below.

“And now, Camilla,” she said when she had gone all over the subject, “how can we awaken the musical sense in Daniel?  You know I value your opinion so much.”

Camilla was ready.

“Take him to hear Professor Welsman play,” she said.  “The professor will give his recital here on the 15th.”

Mrs. Francis wrote rapidly.  “I believe,” she said looking up, “your suggestion is a good one.  You shall have the credit of it in my notes.”

   Plan of awakening mus. sense suggested by C—.

Camilla smiled.  “Thank you, Mrs. Francis.  You are very kind.”

When Camilla went back to the kitchen and took the biscuits from the oven, she laughed softly to herself.

“This is going to be a good time for some further suggestions.  Pearl must go with Danny.  What a treat it will be for poor little Pearl!  Then we must have a new suit for Danny, new dress for Pearl, new cap for D., new hat for P., all suggested by C. There are a few suggestions which C. will certainly make.”

On the evening of the professor’s recital there were no two happier people in the audience than Pearlie Watson and her brother Daniel Mulcahey Watson; not because the great professor was about to interpret for them the music of the masters—­that was not the cause of their happiness—­but because of the good supper they had had and the good clothes they wore, their hearts were glad.  They had spent the afternoon at Mrs. Francis’s (suggested by C.).  Danny’s new coat had a velvet collar lovely to feel (suggested by C.).  Pearl had a wonderful new dress—­the kind she had often dreamed of—­made out of one of Mrs. Francis’s tea gowns. (Not only suggested but made by C.).  It had real buttons on it, and there was not one pin needed.  Pearl felt she was just as well dressed as the little girl on the starch box.  Her only grief was that when she had on her coat—­which was also new, and represented one-half month of Camilla’s wages—­the velvet on her dress did not show.  But Camilla, anticipating this difficulty, laid back the fronts in stunning lapels, and to complete the arrangement, put one of her own lace collars around the neck of the coat, the ends coming down over the turned-back fronts.  When Pearl looked in the glass she could not believe her eyes!