"But there's one place--the rhythm, you know--if you could change it.

There!--but listen.

First I'm going to play it straight through to you." And she dropped her fingers to the keyboard.

The next moment a tenderly sweet melody--with only a chord now and then for accompaniment--filled Arkwright's soul with rapture.

Then Billy began to sing, very softly, the words! No wonder Arkwright's soul was filled with rapture.