All the short ones seemed to be like that, and they made me think----" He got no farther.

Father must have been afraid of what he might say next.

He threw his arms around Leon's shoulders, drew him to the seat, and with the tears still rolling, he laughed as happily as you ever heard, and he cried: "'Sweeping through the Gates!' All join in!" You never heard such singing in your life.

That was another wonderful thing.

My father didn't know the notes.