I am satisfied now--I am quite content now--so long as the weather is warm, and I can sit out here in the sun.' 'It is growing chilly now,' said Mary, 'and I think you ought to go indoors.

I know that I must go.' 'Yes, I must go in now--I am getting shivery,' answered the old man, meekly.

'But I want to see you again, Mary--I like your face--and I like your voice.

It strikes a chord here,' touching his breast, 'which has long been silent.

Let me see you again, child.