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It was i out, and

to give physical expression to her feelings she lifted the portrait to

her lips again and kissed and kissed it

He smiled at her, she smiled back; the silence was hard to break, but

just as they were on the edge of the precipice the big shock-head of the

little boy looked in on theh the chink of the door and cried: "You needn't ask me to come in, 'cause I won't!"

By the blessed instinct of the motherhood latent in her, Roentleh," she said

"Would you?" said Joseph, and in he ca all

over

"Hurrah! A piano!" said Ro herself at the

instrument "What shall I play for you, Joseph?"

Joseph was indifferent so long as it was a song, and with head aside,

Roma touched the keys and pretended to think After a moment of sweet

duplicity she struck up the air she had come expressly to play

It was the "British Grenadiers" She sang a verse of it She sang in

English and with the broken pronunciation of a child-