Keineth

sionally she patted the crisp cloth in her hand as though she loved this task of stitching for her youngsters. About her qu

f the house, like a rose, in her fresh pi

Lee asked, glancing with pride over t

ff our match this afternoon. If I be

hat I'm just playing for the candlesticks alone and I'm not at all, for when I do win one I sor

t, Bab. Where are

rm of a chair, tapped her toe with the putter. "Peggy and Alice have gone off to Molly S

t she go w

with Joan Crate, a girl that's out here from town, and Keineth felt left out. Peggy told her she co

ed in silence.

said her father was a soldier, only the kind that didn't wear a uniform, and he told her

hing about Keineth's father--Billy will be interested. We may some day have reason to be very proud of knowing him, for he may be

sat on alone, her hands idly clasped over the blouse in her la

airy sprite in gauzy robes approaching her from the shadows of the house! She rose and crept toward the window. No sprite was there--only Keineth sitting before the piano, her small

nning or end to the melody--it ran on and on, now plaintive, like a small

rough the long window into th

anyone was here,

had clasped her arms about the smal

put in my fingers," Keineth explained

Let us sit down here together and you must tell me a

vening, when we'd sit together, I'd play to Daddy the music that came into my fingers. Sometimes he'd stand by the piano u

u love

d I'd make up more music and tell them a story on the piano and sometimes Daddy could guess the story almost. Tante used to shake her head and Daddy would say, 'Leave her alone--she knows more

t gifts--they are in trust for Him! You must care for it and guard it and keep it and see that it is bestowed g

es, tried to understand.

he had a nature that was like a song in its sweetness. But your father

he mean, A

nd Billy and the others. Remember, while they've been racing their legs off you've been doing other things. If Peggy can beat you at tennis

se I couldn't do things as well as she can, but if she'll help me learn to sw

something that you don't care about, I will help you write down the music

be such fun! I'll send it to my father! You are wonderful, Aunt Nelli

ecause you can't get a ball over the n

eth on the floor side by side, and Billy and his dog sprawled near the door, Mrs. Lee told the children the story of the little boy who went each day to his attic room to play on the old piano there; how one day, the sound of the music reaching the ears of people below, th

" cried Barbara,

, made music that will last as long as this

with the music she felt. With the firelight dancing across the darkened room it seemed like the old library

her sad; Billy said something under his breath that sounded like "Gee!" and Mrs. Lee

neth, running to her and linking her hand in Keineth's

for a long time in the room lighted only by the flames o

lived that funny, lonely life in that big house with no one but the queer governess, that g

us hope--healt