"I don't—no, I never did."
"Didn't your mother ever read it to you?"
The boy looked up into her eyes. "Yes, about the shepherd."
"I'm so glad that you know that psalm," she returned gently. "Can you say it? The Lord is my shepherd?"
He shook his head, and again his eyes dropped to the contents of her lap.
"It is like a game of magic music," she thought. "There is something here I should do. Divine Harmony, Divine Love, show me what it is!"
"Are you looking at this?" She took up the other book and pointed to the gold cross and crown on its cover. Then she offered it to him.
He shook his head.
"Veronica told me that your uncle hurt your feelings this morning," went on Mrs. Lowell, laying the book down.
The boy's brows drew together and his gaze sought the ground.