'I'm Here. Play Something'

The evening went to, for hannah skilfully abstracted the babies at an early hour. And mister lawrence went home to rest. amy whispered with full eyes as she twirled the faded stool: not t dear, i can't show off to night. But she did show something better than brilliancy or skill. For she sang best songs with a tender music in her voice which the best master could not have taught. The room was very still when the clear voice failed suddenly at the last line of bet's favourete hymn. It was hard to say, earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. Amy leaned against her husband, who stood behind her,