The idea of going back to the hotel, smoking a cigar, and talking of the ordinary affairs of life, after such music as that!" "It was very kind of you to come over for me," said Madge, as she came out.

"Thank you, doctor; no, there is no need of your going back with me.

Good-night." "Thanks to you, Miss Alden, thanks, thanks.

The sermon was good, but that last hymn rounded up Sunday for me.

I was going up to the house, but I'll go home and keep that music in my ears.