"Indeed, mama, but you can--and will," pronounced the haughty voice of Blanche, as she turned round on the piano-stool; where till now she had sat silent, apparently examining sundry sheets of music.
-Nada de eso, mamá -replicó Blanche, girando sobre el taburete del piano, donde se hallaba sentada en silencio, examinando partituras, al parecer-.