t hungry for a 'sing;' do start up something."

"Bless you for the thought," Lancy replied, from a distant limb. "I have
been wondering these few days back what it was I was missing. Take the
first choice yourself, and start away."

But they found it was easier to start the singing than it was to end it,
for they soon had all the household within hearing distance, and "just one
more" was asked for from so many different quarters that their song-hunger
was fully satisfied before they were allowed to stop.

They seemed to sing like the birds, from "lightness of heart, and very joy
of living." After a few moments' silence, a bird-song was whistled by the
"mates in the tree," eliciting strong words of praise, as well as surprise,
from the delighted listeners.

"Oh, that's nothing to what we have to endure at home," said Elsie. "Those
two are always hooting away like a pair of owls. It is a wonder their
throats are not split before this. I almost hope that the piano at home
will be mouldy when we get back."

"We will soon knock the mould out of it, hey, Dexie?" Lancy laughingly
replied, as he lifted his mate down from her perch.

"Oh, how I should love to have a piano, and be able to play on it," said
Maggie, with a long-drawn sigh. "Perhaps we will have one sometime."

"Why, Maggie, how can you say such a thing? A deep sorrow comes before that
joy; and how can you wish for it?" was the stern reproof of her sister.

"Oh, dear! what have I said! I forgot that for the moment!" and there was
such a tone of regret in her words that Dexie's eyes asked an explanation.

"We can't have a piano while the grandmother is alive. She thinks that all
music, except the bagpipes, perhaps, is positively wicked; so we try not to
think about it. We spoke about it to father once, and he felt so badly that
he could not please us and the grandmother too. Of course she comes first;
but he has put the money in the bank to buy an instrument--sometime. I hate
to think about it, though I long for it more than I can tell. It makes me
feel as if I was such a wicked creature; for just think of wishing for a
thing that can only be had over the grandmother's coffin! Oh, dear! I wish
I had never heard the sound of music!" and to the surprise and dismay of
the little group she burst into tears.

"Oh, do forgive me! I am to blame for this, I fear," said Dexie, her face
showing her distress. "I did not know--"

"Don't think of such a thing, Miss Dexi