Mr.Carlyon was laying aside the pile of songs in the music cabinet as neatly as though it were an accustomed duty.

Malcolm gave him an impatient glance.

"One would think he belonged to the house," he said to himself rather crossly.
"Please do not thank me," returned Elizabeth smiling; her eyes were very bright, and there was a warm flush on her face, which made her look young and handsome.

"It is my greatest pleasure to sing; I believe if I had nothing else to do I should waste hours at the piano." "The hours would not be wasted," replied Malcolm.

"It is a great gift, and like all other great gifts it should be utilised as much as possible.