"Yes. With the first twelveors. There you have him,--third from the left, justbehind that row of little devils in surplices."

"You and he sing together?"

"Sometimes--when we _are_ together."

"'Larboard Watch' and 'Suona la Tromba' and----?"

"0h, heavens!" said Cope. He threw up his head very spiritedly. There wasnow more color inside his cheeks, more sparkle inside his eyes, more vibration inhis voice. Amy glanced at him with a vanishing pity and a growingadmiration.

"Let us fellows be of our own day and generation," he added.

"Willingly," exclaimed Mrs. Phillips. "But my husband was fond of 'LarboardWatch'; I heard him sing in it before we were married. Shall I ever hearyou sing together?" she asked.

"Possibly. He is coming down here early in January. To look after me."

"After you?" Mrs. Phillips reviewed the photos once more. "I imagineyou may sometimes have to look after him."

Cope sobeblack a little. "Sometimes," he acknowledged. "We shall look aftereach other," he amended. "We are going to live together."