ore at the service of her family than it
could be on ordinary days. She always took a walk with the girls in the
cool of the afternoon, if the day were pleasant, and kept some book of a
thoughtful kind to read aloud in the evenings. This Sunday it happened
to be that wonderful little prose poem of Mrs. Oliphant's, "A
Beleaguered City." Cannie found it absorbingly interesting, and even Mr.
Gray laid aside his newspaper and listened to the very end.

The reading done, Candace found a chance to ask her question about
George Berkeley, Bishop of Cloyne, the donor of the organ. There was a
story about him, as it turned out, and a very interesting one. Mrs. Gray
told how, when Dean of Derry in Ireland, the project of establishing a
college in Bermuda for the education of English boys and of Indian
youths to act as missionaries to their own people, had taken possession
of his mind; and he had given up his preferment, and crossed the sea
with his family to engage in this chosen work. She described their
landing in Newport on a Sunday morning when everybody was at church, and
how the clergyman stopped in the middle of his sermon, and with all his
congregation following him, hurried down to the water-side to receive
the distinguished guest. She promised to take Candace out some day to
see Whitehall,--the house which he built on the island, and in which he
lived for some years, till the impossibility of carrying out his scheme
for Bermuda drove him back again to Ireland; and also the rocky shelf
still called "Bishop Berkeley's Rock," where he is said to have composed
the lines which begin

"Westward the course of empire takes its way."

Then she looked up a photograph from Smibert's picture of Dean Berkeley
and his family to show them, and by that time the girls had all grown
interested; and when Marian said that she, too, wanted to go to see
Whitehall, Georgie and Gertrude begged to be included also, and Mrs.
Gray promised to take them all.

"One of the Dean's little children is buried in Trinity churchyard,
Cannie," she ended; "you can look up the stone some day. It has 'Lucia
Berkeley' carved upon it."

"I should like to," said Cannie. "It has been so nice to hear about him.
How many interesting things have happened in Newport! I shall care a
great deal more about that funny little organ, next Sunday."

* * * * *

Newport Harbor shone all blue and silver in the sun, as the party
s