Where did you get that play ? '' `` Aunt Annice sent it to me , '' answered Joscelyn , casting a quick glance at the book on the table . Then , when her grandfather picked it up gingerly , as if he feared contamination , she added quickly , `` Oh , give it to me , please , Grandfather . Do n't take it away . '' `` I am going to burn it , '' said Cyrus Morgan sternly . `` Oh , do n't , Grandfather , '' cried Joscelyn , with a sob in her voice . `` Do n't burn it , please . I ... I ... wo n't practise out of it any more . I 'm sorry I 've displeased you . Please give me my book . '' `` No , '' was the stern reply . `` Go to your room , girl , and take off that rig . There is to be no more play-acting in my house , remember that . '' He flung the book into the fire that was burning in the grate . For the first time in her life Joscelyn flamed out into passionate defiance . `` You are cruel and unjust , Grandfather . I have done no wrong ... it is not doing wrong to develop the one gift I have . It 's the only thing I can do ... and I am going to do it . My mother was an actress and a good woman . So is Aunt Annice .
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