Jack Rock turned to her, bashful, humble, yet sure of her kindness. "I must be goin', miss; I've to be up and about by seven. But—would you sing to us, miss, same as you did at that meetin'?"
It was against etiquette to ask the Nun to sing on private occasions; if she chose, she volunteered. But Jack was, naturally, innocent of the etiquette.
"Of course I'll sing for you. Any favourite song, Jack?"
"What pleases you'll please me, miss," said old Jack.
"I'll sing you an old Scotch one I happen to know."
Silence obtained—from Billy Foot with some difficulty, since he had got into an argument with Sally Dutton—the Nun began to sing:—
"My Jeany and I have toiled
The livelong Summer's Day:
Till we were almost spoil'd
At making of the Hay.