to sing one favorite song after another, while the old folks listened. They sang some of the Putnam Hall songs, and tried several that were popular at Brill and at Hope.
"I like that even better than the fireworks," murmured Mrs. Stanhope, to Anderson Rover.
"Well, I think I do, myself, Mrs. Stanhope," he answered. And then he drew his rocking-chair a little closer to where the widow was sitting. "It seems to me that Dick and Dora match it off pretty well," he continued, in a lower tone.
"Yes, Mr. Rover. And Dick is a fine young man—your sons are all fine young men. I shall never forget what they have done for me and for Dora."
"Well, they are bright lads, if I do say it my self," answered the father, proudly. "And let me say, too, that I think Dora is a very dear girl. I shall be proud to take her for a daughter."
"No prouder than I shall be to take Dick for a son, Mr. Rover."
"I am glad to hear you say that—glad that the idea is agreeable all around," returned Anderson Rover.
"I shouldn't be surprised if, some day, Nellie and Grace married your other sons."
"Possibly. But they are rather young yet to
