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Show -333- Illinois Central Railroad tracks. Because it xas Sxinday, the traffic xas not heavy on Michigan Boulevard, and they crossed easily. The restaurant xas on a side street, primarily a business man's lunch place, the Professor guessed, because they had no difficulty getting an empty table. They had more than an hour before the recital xas due to begin, so they ate in a leisurely fashion, and the Professor felt more relaxed than he had at any time since leaving California. Only his granddaughter xas nervous. She ordered only a salad, which she finished quickly, then fidgeted in her seat as the others ate. Her mother noticed and told her, finally, that if she wanted to go ahead to the recital hall it would be all right. The girl left gratefully. She was playing a movement from a Beethoven concerto from memory, and she was afraid she might forget. "She won't forget," his daughter told the Professor when the girl had left* "she plays it beautifully. She's always this way just before the time comes to perform." "You were the same way," the Professor reminded her. His daughter played the violin, and even now was part of a musical group that played for special events throughout the city. "I had good reason to be nervous," she said. "I could never be a soloist. I always got too excited, and then I made mistakes." The Professor wondered if this might be why he was |