Cousin Harry, can you sing ?" "Oh, I'll hum." "Nonsense," said Maimie, "he sings tenor splendidly." "Oh, that's fine!" cried Hughie, with delight.

He himself was full of music.

"Come on, Ranald, you stand up behind Maimie, you will need to see the notes; and I will sit here," planting himself beside his mother.
So Hughie arranged it all, and for an hour the singing went on, the favorite hymns of each being sung in turn.

For the most part, Mrs.
Murray sat silent, but now and then she would join with the others, singing alto when she did so, by Hughie's special direction.

Her voice was not strong, but it was true, mellow, and full of music.