After you have rested awhile I'll take you all over the house." As they went down the wide, airy hall, Betty had a glimpse of the drawing-room through the open doors.

In a confused way she noticed mirrors and statuary and portraits, handsome old furniture and rare pieces of bric-a-brac; but one thing caught her attention so that she stood a moment in round-eyed admiration.

It was a large harp, whose gracefully curving frame gleamed through the shadowy room like burnished gold.

Fair and tall it stood, as if its strings had just been swept by some of the Shining Ones beyond, who were a part of the Pilgrim's dream.
"What did you say ?" asked Lloyd, hearing her cry of admiration, and looking back to see Betty standing in the open door with clasped hands.
"Oh, that is grandmothah's harp.

I am learning to play on it to please grandfathah.