"The music is her own, composed expressly for the words, which she found in a religious newspaper."
"Indeed! she is a genius then! the tune is lovely."
"Yes, she is thought to have a decided genius for both music and painting; I must show you some of her pictures when you pay us that promised visit."
Mr. Moses presently found himself in too much pain to remain where he was, and summoning his servant, retired to his own room.
His wife, paying no regard to a wistful, longing look he gave her as he moved painfully away, remained where she was and entertained the other ladies with an account of the family pedigree.
"We are lineal descendants of Moses, the Hebrew Lawgiver," she announced. "But don't suppose we are Jews, for we are not at all."
"Belong to the lost ten tribes, I suppose," remarked Charles Perrine dryly.
The morning's sun shone brightly in a clear sky, and on leaving the breakfast table our little party went down to the beach and sat in the sand, watching the incoming tide, before which they were now and then obliged to retreat, sometimes in scrambling haste that gave occasion for much mirth and laughter.
Mrs. Moses came down presently and joined them, an uninvited and not over-welcome companion, but of course the beach was as free to her as to them.
"How is your husband this morning?" inquired Mrs. Perkins.