It is a little company gathering, for--for Helen's sake, poor little prisoner.

There will be music--and she loves it so.

We thought you would not mind." "Mind?
Oh no, no--oh, give her everything her dear heart can desire.

How good you two are to her, and how good to me! God bless you both always!" After a listening pause: "How lovely! It is her organ.

Is she playing it herself, do you think ?" Faint and rich and inspiring the chords floating to her ears on the still air.