When I came away she was singing, 'Loch Lomond.' The pathos of it! It always moves me so when she sings that." "And me, too.

How heartbreakingly beautiful it is when some youthful sorrow is brooding in her breast and she sings it for the mystic healing it brings....

Aunt Hannah ?" "Dear Margaret ?" "I am very ill.

Sometimes it comes over me that I shall never hear that dear voice again." "Oh, don't--don't, Margaret! I can't bear it!" Margaret was moved and distressed, and said, gently: "There--there--let me put my arms around you.

Don't cry.