One afternoon I was sitting on the great headland overlooking the sea. It was a glorious day. The sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and the bright waves beneath were laughing and playing in the light of the sun. To me, as I sat there, the great sea was singing a wondrous song, full of a rich, rare music, which touched the deepest feelings of my nature. I had not heard much in my life about religion, and I am afraid I had not thought much about God, but as I sat there that day, a great rock above me and hundreds of feet of cliff beneath, while the sea chanted a song which the tones of a thousand organs could not reproduce, I felt a longing in my heart to serve my Maker and to do my duty while here below such as I had never felt before. While I sat there I heard voices above me. Someone was standing on the great rock in a crevice of which I sat. "Let's ask Roger to go with us?" said a voice. I recognised it in a second as my sister Katherine's and I waited for the answer. "No," I heard Wilfred say, "he hates girls; besides, he'll be as ugly as a bear with a sore head." "That's not fair, Wilfred," said Katherine. "Roger does not hate us, and as for his being ugly, you know he's not." "Well, we can't find him, anyhow," said Wilfred, "so let us go." I must confess I felt angered by this, for I should have liked to accompany them. I strove to banish my brother's unkind words from my mind, however, and again tried to listen to the music of the sea; but it was all driven from my heart. For I have learnt this is truth: we must have music within us if we are to realise music in anything without. I could not sit there long. My brother's words began to burn and sting; I would go for a walk, too. I had not gone far when I saw someone running towards me. It was Wilfred. "Help, Roger!" he shouted. "What's the matter?" I said. "Ruth has fallen down the cliff!" "Fallen down the cliff! where?" "Up here. Come with me." We started running together and quickly came to a place where Elizabeth was weeping bitterly, while Katherine was descending the steep declivity as if to try and render help. "Where is she?" I said excitedly. "And how did she get where she is?" "She wanted a plant," cried Wilfred. "I told her it was not to be obtained, or I would get it; but she would not listen to me, and said she would fetch it herself. She went down a little way all right, but when she reached out her hand for the plant she slipped and fell." "Fell! Fell where?" I asked, excitedly. "To a ledge a few feet below." "Did you see her?" "Yes." "And did you not try to reach her?" "Why, how could I do anything? I could only go for help." It is true Wilfred was younger than I, but I thought this conduct cowardly. He seemed to fear for himself, and dared not risk his own limbs. Katherine, on the other hand, though but a girl of sixteen, was trying to rescue her friend.