been awakened from her prayers by the sound of a harp
string touched very gently; and the note had floated down like a
flower, and all the vibrations were not dead when the same note floated
down the aisles once more. Biddy listened, anxious to hear it a third
time. Once more she heard it, and the third time she saw the saint's
fingers moving over the strings; and she played a little tune of six
notes. And it was at the end of the second playing of the tune that the
priest touched Biddy on the shoulder. She looked up and it was a long
while before she saw him, and she was greatly grieved that she had been
awakened from her dream. She said it was a dream because her happiness
had been so great; and she stood looking at the priest, fain, but
unable, to tell how she had been borne beyond her usual life, that her
whole being had answered to the music the saint played, and looking at
him, she wondered what would have happened if he had not awakened her.

Next day was Sunday, and she was in the church at sunrise listening for
the music. But she heard and saw nothing until the priest had reached
the middle of the Mass. The acolyte had rung the bell to prepare the
people for the Elevation, and it was then that she heard a faint low
sound that the light wire emitted when the saint touched her harp, and
she noticed that it was the same saint that had played yesterday, the
tall saint with the long fair hair who stood apart from the others,
looking more intently at Our Blessed Lord than the others. She touched
her harp again and the note vibrated for a long while, and when the
last vibrations died she touched the string again. The note was sweet
and languid and intense, and it pierced to the very core of Biddy. The
saint's hand passed over the strings, producing faint exquisite sounds,
so faint that Biddy felt no surprise they were not heard by anyone
else; it was only by listening intently that she could hear them.
Yesterday's little tune appeared again, a little tune of six notes, and
it seemed to Biddy even more exquisite than it had seemed when she
first heard it. The only difference between to-day and yesterday was,
that to-day all the saints struck their harps, and after playing for
some time the music grew white like snow and remote as star-fire, and
yet Biddy heard it more clearly than she had heard anything before, and
she saw Our Lord more clearly than she had ever seen anybody else. She
saw Him look up when He had placed