"Oh, yes!" and the boy's eyes grew bright with happiness; "but I
couldn't leave my mother."
"I will send somebody to take care of your mother for the evening, and
there is a crown with which you may go and get food and medicine. Here
is also one of my tickets. Come to-night; that will admit you to a
seat near me."
Almost beside himself with joy, Pierre bought some oranges, and many a
little luxury besides, and carried them home to the poor invalid,
telling her, not without tears, of his good fortune.
When evening came and Pierre was admitted to the concert hall he felt
that never in his life had he been in such a place. The music, the
myriad lights, the beauty, the flashing of diamonds and rustling of
silk, bewildered his eyes and brain.
At last she came, and the child sat with his glance riveted on her
glorious face. Could he believe that the grand lady, all blazing with
jewels, and whom everybody seemed to worship, would really sing his
little song?
Breathlessly he waited--the band, the whole band, struck up a plaintive
little melody.
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