”

“Wait a minute; she is finishing.”

“From the red gold keep thy finger; Vacant heart and hand and eye Easy live and quiet die.”

“I love weather like this,” said Freddy.

Mr. Beebe passed into it.

The two main facts were clear. She had behaved splendidly, and he had helped her. He could not expect to master the details of so big a change in a girl's life. If here and there he was dissatisfied or puzzled, he must acquiesce; she was choosing the better part.

“Vacant heart and hand and eye — ”

Perhaps the song stated “the better part” rather too strongly. He half fancied that the soaring accompaniment —