'Mamma, may I try to say the hymn now? Mr Jones will take me to see the little children to-morrow if I know it,' asked the child.
Netta was roused.
'Where is the book? I don't think I remember it, she said.
'I will go to Gladys for the book. I know the way, mamma.'
Minette ran to the little room where Gladys was at work busily preparing for the journey. She got the hymn book, asked Gladys to find the place, and returning to the drawing-room triumphantly, gave the book to Mr Jones.
'You must hear me, to see that I say it quite, quite right,'
The hymn was somewhat difficult for a child, but it had taken Netta's fancy, because the words were written for an old Welsh air that she knew well; indeed the book consisted principally of English and Welsh hymns that had been composed for some of the fine old Welsh tunes.
The words were as follow:—
MORNING, Y FOREU.
Great God, look on me,