Then dear Mrs.Wilkins said gravely: "That is a different matter, Mr.Carnegie." By far the most precious gift ever received by me up to that time came about in this manner.

Dear Mrs.Wilkins began knitting an afghan, and during the work many were the inquiries as to whom it was for.

No, the dear queenly old lady would not tell; she kept her secret all the long months until, Christmas drawing near, the gift finished and carefully wrapped up, and her card with a few loving words enclosed, she instructed her daughter to address it to me.

It was duly received in New York.

Such a tribute from such a lady! Well, that afghan, though often shown to dear friends, has not been much used.