Haven't you a--a bag, or--or anything ?" "No, ma'am; we left it," smiled David apologetically.

"You see, we had so much in it that it got too heavy to carry.

So we did n't bring it." "So much in it you didn't bring it, indeed!" repeated Mrs.Holly, under her breath, throwing up her hands with a gesture of despair.

"Boy, what are you, anyway ?" It was not meant for a question, but, to the woman's surprise, the boy answered, frankly, simply:-- "Father says that I'm one little instrument in the great Orchestra of Life, and that I must see to it that I'm always in tune, and don't drag or hit false notes." "My land!" breathed the woman, dropping back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the boy.

Then, with an effort, she got to her feet.
"Come, you must go to bed," she stammered.