ready
for them, though there really wasn't anything in particular to do. I
hope they'll sew a little longer next time, for if they don't I'm afraid
the Club won't accomplish very much."

Mrs. Randolph and Beverly both laughed, and then Beverly sauntered over
to the piano, and began to drum.

"Sing something, dear," said his mother. "Are you fond of music,
Marjorie?"

"I think I should be if I had a chance of hearing much," said Marjorie,
smiling, "but until I came to New York I had scarcely ever heard any
music except the boys singing on the ranch. Mother used to play a little
when she was a girl, but we haven't any piano. I love to hear Elsie
play."

"Well, I think you will like to hear Beverly sing; you know he is on the
college Glee Club. Sing that pretty Irish ballad, 'She Is Far From the
Land,' Beverly; I am sure Marjorie will like that."

Beverly laughingly protested that he had no voice whatever, and was sure
Marjorie would want to run away the moment he began to sing, but
good-naturedly yielded to his mother's request, and after striking a few
preliminary chords, began in a clear tenor voice--

"'She is far from the land where the young hero lies.'"

Marjorie--who had a real love for music--was much impressed, and at the
close of the ballad, begged so earnestly for more, that Beverly could
not help being flattered, and his mother beamed with pleasure.

Beverly sang several more ballads, and one or two college songs, and
then, after strumming idly on the piano for a moment, as if uncertain
what to sing next, he suddenly broke into an air Marjorie knew.

"'In the old Mulniam pagoda,
Lookin' eastward to the sea;
There's a Burma gal a-waitin',
And I know she thinks of me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees,
And the Temple bells they say,
Come you back, you British soldier,
Come you back to Mandalay.

"'Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old flotilla lay,
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin'
From Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin' fishes play,
And the sun comes up like thunder,
Outer China 'cross the bay.'"

Marjorie turned with a start, arrested by the sound of a low,
half-suppressed sob. Mrs. Randolph had covered her face with her hands,
and was crying softly. At the same