"That I may know the largeness of God's love, teach me the fullness of thine own," she thrilled forth. A groan forced its way almost to Deforrest Young's lips. What a child she was! Yet she sang that song with the abandonment of passion known only to a woman. How beautifully, lithely young she looked, standing there with those flowing, shimmering curls and the tender, throbbing voice pleading to be taught the fullness of human love, that she might find the largeness of the Infinite. Turning swiftly to the window, he pressed his lips together to stifle his emotion. He could no longer bear the stab at his heart, nor risk the mist rising in his eyes. Tessibel, wholly unconscious of the stir she was making, sang on and on, her gaze on the sheet in her hand. Suddenly she raised her eyes and there near the door was Frederick Graves, his face waxen white, his dark gaze bent upon her. Close beside him stood Madelene Waldstricker. But a single instant Tess faltered in her song. Then again, passionately, insistently, and tempestuously she sang, "That I may know the largeness of God's love, teach me the fullness of thine own!" She saw his lids droop as she carefully pronounced each beautiful word, and saw him, without a glimmer of recognition for her, turn to the girl at his side. He hadn't even welcomed her with his eyes. Never before had he failed to greet her smilingly. She chilled to the bone, nor dared look again. When the song was finished, she sat down limply. Deforrest Young, strangely stirred, took her hand. "Sweet child," he murmured, "it was delightful! Lovely!" At the same moment Waldstricker was bending over Helen Young. "My dear, how ambitious you are for so young a pupil!" he laughed. "There's nothing she can't sing," she replied, rising. "Hasn't she a wonderful range?" "Very," replied Waldstricker, and he, too, turned to look at the squatter girl. Tess was striving to listen to Deforrest Young, but her disturbed mind was where Frederick stood with Madelene Waldstricker. Her whole loving heart desired him to come and speak to her. "I never heard her sing like that before," Madelene was saying to Frederick. "I believe you know her quite well, don't you?" "I know who she is," stammered the student, flushing, "but as to saying I know her well--" "She's very beautiful!" interjected Madelene. Frederick lowered his head flatteringly, "Not as beautiful as another girl I know," he whispered, and Madelene dropped her eyes with a happy sigh. "Let's go and speak to her," she suggested. "I feel I must, I'm the hostess, you know."