"I knewed you were fond of books," Mysie's grammar was not always correct. "So I went into a book shop and asked the man what was the best book in the world for anybody who loved reading. He thought hard and then he got me this—at least it was the same book, but I chose a prettier cover. It's the best book in the world, so you're sure to like it."
Rowena opened the parcel. A beautiful little dark red leather Bible lay inside.
She looked up at Mysie with a mixture of curiosity and pleasure in her eyes.
"My dear little Flora What can I say? It's beautiful! I suppose your Dad had a hand in choosing it?"
"He didn't know nothing about it, till I'd brought it home. It was the shopman who showed it to me."
"It's a wonderful gift and a remarkable coincidence," said Rowena thoughtfully.
"I suppose it's what they read in church," said Mysie. "Dad said it was a present fit for a queen. I couldn't have done better, he said. And one day he's going to give me one. Have you got one of any kind? I hope you haven't, but I know Granny Mactavish has. But it isn't red leather like this, is it?"
Rowena put her arm round her and kissed her.
"Thank you a thousand times, Flora darling! I will keep this till I die."
"And what did you call it, not a Bible, but an unmarkable concordance, didn't you?"