d with equal enthusiasm and Fanny left to prepare for
them.

When she had gone, Betty seated herself on the window seat and referred
to the piece of music.

"Here's the song entire," she announced. "We all helped with, but most
of it is Angela's."

"I knew that," Lois said with a grin, but Betty ignored the
interruption.

"The tune is 'Flow gently Sweet Afton' and the song is dedicated to
Seddon Hall, with apologies to Robert Burns. Here it is," and she read:

"On Hudson's bank
Stands fair Seddon Hall.
Truth, honor and joy
Is her message to all."

"That's the first verse."

"Go on," Lois prompted, "I like it."

"Each daughter has shared
In the wealth of her days.
United, we join
In singing her praise.

"There's a limitless depth
To her bounteous store,
And yearly she gives
Of her riches the more.

"And when the time comes
When each must depart,
The memory of Seddon Hall
Will remain in our heart."

"Somehow it sounds better when it's sung," Betty said, wonderingly. The
poem was not quite up to her expectations, but Lois' enthusiasm banished
all doubts.

"I think it's great, and I know the others will too. Isn't it a relief
to have it finished? All my poster needs now is the printing, and Maud's
promised to do it for me in Old English Script."

"Fine, but put your things away, and let's go over to Fannie's room.
Those cakes call." Betty smacked her lips in anticipation as she helped
Lois collect her materials.

Fanny was singing as they entered Junior Mansions. It was an old Negro
melody, and the crooning notes were soft and beautiful.

"Why I didn't know Fanny could sing," Polly exclaimed in surprise, and
the rest stopped to listen.

"'Swing low, sweet chariot-- I'se comin' for to carry you home'"--

The music ended abruptly, and they heard the rattle of the cups.

"Why didn't you ever tell us you had a beautiful voice?" demanded Betty
between cookies, a few minutes later. "You ought to be studying."

"The very idea!" Fanny laughed in reply.

"Hasn't anybody ever told you you had before?" Lois asked wonderingly.
But Fanny shook her head.

"I reckon they none of them ever had time to pay any attention to me,"
she said. "They were always busy listening to my cousin."

"Which cousin?" Polly inquired.

"Caroline," Fanny said. "We were brought up together, and when we were
little, Mammy Jones used to say: 'Honey, the only way for to do, if y