Chester managed "O, my Father," and one or two more.

Then Lucy closed the piano and went back to her father, where she stood smoothing gently his gray hair.

Thus they talked and read and sang a little more, while the rain fell gently without.
"This is a beautiful country," said Chester, looking out of the window.
"I do not blame people who have money, desiring to live here." Lucy came to the window also, and they stood looking out on the rain-washed green.
The father lay still in his chair, and presently he went to sleep.
Chester and Lucy then retired to a corner, and carried on their conversation in low tones.

Faint noises from other parts of the house came to them.

From without, only the occasional shrill whistle of a locomotive disturbed the silence.