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The Concert Party

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“S’ a play, n’ I’ve been in a play,” said Fob, with emphasis.

He found a smile curling his lips. “And you find experience to be a safe guide?”

“Edwin, love, Fob’s being absolutely impossible about this. She can’t possibly refuse to take part in the concert, not when the vicar especially invited her.”

“I can. I’ve been in a play,” insisted Fob.

He looked at his youngest daughter with unaccustomed fondness. “Phoebe can make up her own mind. Personally, I can think of nothing worse than being forced to perform in front of the village.”

Fob considered her father for a moment. “Good. And now I can paint.”