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Show -337- r e a l ly heard her play. He had heard her practice a f<e xr times, and he had believed his daughter when she told him his granddaughter xas "doing well in her music," but he had never suspected how accomplished she had now become. When the r e c i t a l ended, the audience was slow to d i s perse, because many of these parents knew each other, and they waited to congratulate each other on their children's achievements. As his daughter paused to exchange words with her acquaintances, the Professor wandered out into the foyer to light a c i g a r e t t e . His granddaughter was the f i r s t to join him, and she accepted his praise for her playing with pleasure but with obvious shyness. "I d i d n ' t hear a single mistake," he told her. "There was one," his granddaughter told him. "What was i t ? " he asked. "I l e f t out a phrase," she said. The Professor hadn't noticed, and he told her he didn ' t think anyone else had. "My teacher did," the g i r l replied. The Professor laughed. "Yes, I suppose she would," he said. His daughter and her husband joined them, and they waited again before the old elevator while i t took one load that had arrived before them, then they descended to the sunny, but cold, Chicago s t r e e t. His daughter lived in Evanston, just across the north- |