lly, he called Kathleen to him as he sat dreamily w

notes of a tune she had heard him sing in the old times, when

and taught her as he used to do,

rrow, the world

eply, go hide

and looked

he quiet, decided tone

calmly, when cur

Jesus, and all

closer, for her father was not often lik

ng a-weary wi

he darkness-go,

orrows, let o

sunshine, tell

to understand what that means

and, papa," she an

her; and Racy is pining for his twin-brother, just because he was his twin. It is that whi

d there came a rush of tears, so

matter, my lo

to think I let the

l not bring sunshine to mamma to see you cryi

too," she murmured. "

s. No fear of Kathleen talking to poor mamma about the wolves after t

n the little breastplate against the weather (which was endued with such a wonderful charm it had hushed the noise in his breast and given him the vivacity of a panther) would let a grateful mother look upon her face and beg a similar charm for her other son.

she were some superior being. He had shuffled off his shoes as a mark of respect before he approac

ul Racy was afraid of their sharp beaks. Kathleen was trying to tempt them awa

f to the ground, as she came near to him to l

ar to every sound. Kathleen drew her finger across the gilded wire of its cage, and it called out in a rich, sweet voice-a wonderfully rich voice, and yet an odd one-"Ram, Ram, baher!" just a

Kathleen thought she should soon learn eno

y, and promised to visit the R

the veranda. They would not have got the slippers away then without a roar, if Kathleen's wonderful bird had not begun to make a creaking sound, like a rusty hinge, which it imitated exactly, and th

ht to go, as no one but a lady is scarcely ever permitted to enter the homes of the higher classes of Hindus. In the meanwhile the invigorating air of the hills

her own people before Kathleen could pe

tly and so frequently, that her mother began to suspect there was something more she had not told her.

ed the ayah what th

only tried to comfort the little beebee, and

the most distant allusion to her dreadful loss. So she led the chil

basin of the fountain, which was soon a moving ma

orace should not hear. "It is the cry for the los

ed on-Carl would some day be found. It helped her to fulfil her father's parting charge, and try to give the sunshine to Horace and her mo