I am devotedly fond of music, and it is very rarely indeed I hear such music as you have given us to-night.

You sing, do you not ?" "Sing!" exclaimed her father.

"Kate sings like a nightingale.

Sing us a Scotch song, my dear." "What shall it be, papa ?" "Anything.

'Auld Robin Gray,' if you like." Kate sang the sweet old Scottish ballad with a pathos that went to every heart.
"That is charming," said Father Francis.