"I call it 'The Castle of Dreams,'" answered Keineth with shining eyes. "And Mr. Cadowitz told me there's a music house right here in the city--Brown and Co." "Let's go there together! Let's go _now!_ Mother's away and it's just the time!" The sore throat was forgotten. Peggy helped Keineth arrange the sheets in a little roll and together they started forth on their secret errand. They found the music house without any difficulty, but Keineth's courage almost failed her when she found herself confronted by a long line of clerks. To the one who came forward she explained her errand. She wanted to see the manager--she had some music she wished to sell! At his amused glance her face flushed scarlet. "Why, you're just a kid!" he answered impudently. "Mr. Brown's pretty busy!" Then it suddenly occurred to him that it would be something like a joke on the "boss" to take these two children to his busy office. The clerk was not overfond of the head of the firm. "Well, come along," he concluded, winking at the other men. He led the two girls through a labyrinth of offices and up a stairway to the manager's door. "Two young ladies to see you!" he announced and shut the door of the office quickly behind him. Keineth, frightened, had to swallow twice before she could make a sound. Then, holding the manuscript out, she explained her errand to the manager. Tipped back in his chair he listened with a smile; however, he took the roll from her and, opening it, glanced over it indifferently. "Let me play it for you," begged Keineth desperately. He led them into an inner room in the centre of which stood an open grand piano. Keineth went straight to it and began to play. He listened through to the end. "Wait a moment;" he waved her back to the stool. "I want Gregory to hear you." The tone of his voice had changed. In answer to a summons Gregory came in, a thin, tired-looking man. The manager turned to him: "This girl has brought in some music! I want you to hear it," and he nodded to Keineth to begin. She played it through again while the two men held the manuscript between them and read as she played. The man called Gregory nodded again and again. His face had suddenly lost its tired look! "Why, we've found a little gem!" Peggy heard him mutter. Then to Keineth: "What did you say your name was?" Keineth repeated it and the manager wrote it down with Mr. Lee's address. He took the sheets of music, rolled them, and put them in a drawer and locked it. "We will consider it and let you know in a few weeks," he said. Then he shook hands with Keineth and Peggy. "And if you write anything more, please bring it to us." "Oh, Peg, wouldn't it be grand if I could sell lots?" cried Keineth later, in an ecstasy of ambition. "If I wasn't on the street I'd whoop," and Peggy squeezed her friend's arm. "Why, Ken--maybe you'll be a master!" "And remember, don't tell a soul, Peg! Honor bright, cross your heart!" "Honor bright, cross my heart!" Peggy promised.