After mother died I took typhoid fever. Here I was with no one
to wait on me. Robert came and nursed me. He was the most
faithful, tender, gentle nurse ever a man had. The doctor said
Robert saved my life. I don't suppose any of the rest of us here
can say we have saved a life."

Edith wiped away her tears and sprang up impulsively.

"Years ago," she said, "there was a poor, ambitious girl who had
a voice. She wanted a musical education and her only apparent
chance of obtaining it was to get a teacher's certificate and
earn money enough to have her voice trained. She studied hard,
but her brains, in mathematics at least, weren't as good as her
voice, and the time was short. She failed. She was lost in
disappointment and despair, for that was the last year in which
it was possible to obtain a teacher's certificate without
attending Queen's Academy, and she could not afford that. Then
her oldest brother came to her and told her he could spare enough
money to send her to the conservatory of music in Halifax for a
year. He made her take it. She never knew till long afterwards
that he had sold the beautiful horse which he loved like a human
creature, to get the money. She went to the Halifax
conservatory. She won a musical scholarship. She has had a
happy life and a successful career. And she owes it all to her
brother Robert--"

But Edith could go no further. Her voice failed her and she sat
down in tears. Margaret did not try to stand up.

"I was only five when my mother died," she sobbed. "Robert was