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It was a very singular chi

syllables were in a language quite unknown to hiht that

he had never heard music half so sweet and tender; and he listened to

it, and watched the drowsy, swaying ht,-"Trip a trop a tronjes,

De varkens in de boonjes,

De keojes in de klaver,

De paardeen in de haver,

De eenjes in de waterplass,

So groot mijn kleine Joris wass"

Over and over, softer and sloent the melody It was evident that

the boy was asleep, and that Katherine was going to lay hiently tuck in the cover, and

stand a moment to look down at the child Then with a face full of love

she turned away, s, and quite unconsciously ca, with his arms opened, he entered; but

with such a sy of the sweet need of silence and

restraint that there was no alarm, no outcry, no fuss or amazement Only

a whispered "Katherine," and the swift rapture ofhearts and

lips