splendidly," cried Alice, with evident delight. "Would it
be presuming on your kindness if I asked you to read the refrain and
chorus once more, Mr. Sawyer?"

"I shall enjoy reading it again myself," remarked Quincy, as he
proceeded to comply with Alice's pleasantly worded request.

REFRAIN:

There is no place like home, they say,
No matter where it be;
The lordly mansion of the rich,
The hut of poverty.
The little cot, the tenement,
The white-winged ship at sea;
The heart will always seek its home,
Wherever it may be.

CHORUS:

Sweet, sweet home!
To that sweet place where youth was passed our thoughts will turn;
Sweet, sweet home!
Will send the blood to flaming face, and hearts will burn.
Sweet, sweet home!
It binds us to our native land where'er we roam,
No land so fair, no sky so blue,
As those we find when back we come to sweet, sweet home!

"Of course you know that lovely song, 'Juanita'?" said Alice.

"Certainly," said Quincy, and he sang the first line of the chorus.

Alice's voice joined in with his, and they finished the chorus together.
A thrill went through Quincy as he sang the last line, and he was
conscious that his voice quivered when he came to the words, "Be my own
fair bride."

"You sing with great expression," said Alice, "If you like these new
words that I have written to that old melody we can sing them together.
I have called it Loved Days. I think this is the one," she said, as she
passed him several small sheets pinned together.

"It is," said Quincy, as he took the paper and read it slowly.

As before, he said nothing when he had finished.

"Mr. Judge," said Alice, "would it be improper, from a judicial point of
view, for me to ask you which lines in the song you have just read
please you the most? But perhaps," said she, looking up at him, "none of
them are worthy of repetition."

"If you will consider for a moment," replied Quincy, "that I am off the
bench and am just sitting here quietly with you, I will say,
confidentially, that I am particularly well pleased with this;" and he
read a portion of the first stanza:

On Great Heaven's beauties,
Gaze the eyes I loved to see,
Done earth's weary duties,
Now, eternity.

"And," continued Quincy, "I think these lines from the second stanza are
fully equal to t