Then, smiling, touched its silver strings, with loving fingers.
"Poor Infant of Prague!" she said.

"Has Ronnie forgotten even to put you to bed?
Never mind! To-morrow you and he shall sing Christmas hymns together, while I and his little son listen and admire." She closed the case.

Then some impulse made her open it again.

Her sweet eyes filled with tears.

No one was there to see.