"Did you ever hear--" "No, I never heard anything at all like that," interrupted Ranald.

"Sing some more like the last." The deep feeling showing in his face and in his tone touched Kate.
"How would this do ?" she replied.

"It is a little high for me, but I'll try." She played a few introductory chords, and then began that sweetest bit of the greatest of all the oratorios "He shall Feed His Flock." And from that passed into the soul-moving "He Was Despised" from the same noble work.

The music suited the range and quality of her voice perfectly, and she sang with her heart thrilling in response to the passionate feeling in the dark eyes fixed upon her face.

She had never sung to any one who listened as Ranald now listened to her.