Tom did not add his quota of praise, but he looked very contented, and after a few moments said, smiling, "I expect you've had some thoughts up there, Moll, that would do us good! It's been mighty dry down here!"
She put out her hand and touched her brother's softly.
"I have chiefly been learning a hymn!" she said.
"A hymn!" echoed Cecil. "Whatever for?"
"To have as 'a possession,'" said Mary. "You can't think how the Psalms I can say, and the hymns I have committed to memory, freshen me up if I am ill, and are so comforting to repeat to people in trouble."
"I never thought of that," said little Nancy.
"And what was your hymn?" asked Tom.
"A very simple one, but holding in every verse a magnificent secret!"
Cecil turned round and gazed at her.
"What?" he asked.