Her eye lingered long on the spot where the sun had set and watched the hidden sun gradually steal all of his rays from the skies to use them in another world.

Drawing a heavy sigh, she lovingly caught her mother around the waist and led her into the parlor.

Viola now became all gayety, but her mother could see that it was forced.

She took a seat at the piano and played and sang.

Her rich soprano voice rang out clear and sweet and passers by paused to listen to the glorious strains.