Eyes closed, every sense intent on the delicious harmony, he followed the masterpiece to the end; and sighed when the last notes had died away, and kept silence.
Then Kate, still needing no music on the rack before her, played the "Miserere" from "Il Trovatore," a Hungarian "Czardas," Mendelssohn's "Fruehlingslied" and the overture from "William Tell." She followed these with the "Intermezzo" and the "Pizzicato" from "Sylvia," and then with "Narcissus" and "Sans Souci." And at the end of this, she paused again; for now her father had arisen and come close to her.

With a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her with stern yet kindly eyes, he said: "'Sans Souci'?
That means 'Without Care,' doesn't it, Kate ?" "Yes, Daddy.

Why ?" she answered.
"Oh, I was just thinking, that's all," said he.

"It made me wish _I_ had no cares, no troubles, no sorrows." "Sorrows, father?
Why should you have sorrows ?" she queried, turning to him and taking both his shriveled hands in her warm, strong ones.
"Sorrows?
Why shouldn't I ?" said he.

"Every man of large affairs has them.