a task for us, when it is in memory of our dear brother!"

"Very well," and Ruth spoke calmly, "we will wait for a day or two,
Mr. Calhoun, and then, if, as I believe, the matter requires further
consideration, we will discuss it again."

Clever woman, I thought to myself. She isn't altogether chummy with
those old maid sisters, and yet she knows better than to have any open
disagreement. I'll bet she gets her secretary when she gets ready for
one! I'll be on the lookout for the right girl for her.

"When will they bring my husband home?" she continued, without waiting
for comment on her decision about the secretary.

"Some time to-day," I returned, looking commiseratingly at the
harassed white face. "Probably this afternoon. Can I take any message
regarding the funeral arrangements?"

"Not yet," and Ruth Schuyler shuddered. "Those details are so
terrible--"

"Terrible, yes," said Miss Sarah, "but they must be looked after. We
will see the undertaker's men, Ruth. I think Rhoda and I will know
better what is fit and proper for Randolph's burial ceremonies than
you possibly can."

I began to realize that the sisters had a family pride which did not
include their brother's wife in their councils. Apparently she was, or
they deemed her, of lesser birth or social standing. Personally,
however, I greatly preferred the gentle kindliness of the widow to the