discontinued. I hated to think that in his old age my grandfather
would be quite alone. On the other hand, when, after the arrival of my
cousin, I received his first letter and found it filled with
enthusiastic descriptions of her, and of how anxious she was to make
him happy, I felt a little thrill of jealousy. It gave me some sharp
pangs of remorse, and I asked myself searchingly if I had always done
my utmost to please my grandfather and to give him pride and pleasure
in me. I determined for the future I would think only of how to make
him happy.

A few weeks later I was able to obtain a few hours' leave, and I
wasted no time in running down from the Point to make the acquaintance
of my cousin, and to see how the home looked under the new regime. I
found it changed, and, except that I felt then and afterward that I
was a guest, it was changed for the better.

I found that my grandfather was much more comfortable in every way.
The newcomers were both eager and loving, although no one could help
but love my grandfather, and they invented wants he had never felt
before, and satisfied them, while at the same time they did not
interfere with the life he had formerly led. Aunt Mary is an unselfish
soul, and most content when she is by herself engaged in the affairs
of the house and in doing something for those who live in it. Besides
her unselfishness, which is to me the highest as it is the rarest of
virtues, hers is a sweet and noble character, and she is one of the
gentlest souls that I have ever known.

I may say the same of my cousin Beatrice. When she came into the room,
my first thought was how like she was to a statuette of a Dresden
shepherdess which had always stood at one end of our mantel-piece,