“Esme?” The girl said softly.

“Yes, Mirabel?”

“Do you think father will be upset?”

“Upset, not at all. I think he’d rather be pleased with how well we play.”

“No, not our playing? You know it’s not fair for mother to make us play like this!”

“Our strings? I rather love our playing!” Esme replied.”

“No, silly, not our strings! Our playing like this!” Mirabel used her eyes to point down at her dress.”

“Oh….not fair at all. Nice now that we have company, don’t you think?” Esme laughed.

“I suppose it’s not what I think that matters, but what he thinks?” Mirabel laughed in return as she gazed at their sleeping father.