And he leads his children on
To the place where he is gone.”
Then, because they were such frail little children that they could not learn much or readily, they sang as the other part of their Christmas service, their daily grace:
“Thank Him, thank Him,
All ye little children,
Thank Him, thank Him,
God is love.”
The plaintive child faces, some of them white as snow-drops, the delicate, sweet voices singing the Christmas hymn and the simple grace, proved too much for Uncle Ned’s tender heart. “We must go, we must go this minute!” he exclaimed hurriedly calling the Club together and fairly driving them out of the room, before him.
Elsa looked back long enough to say good-bye to the dark-eyed child of her fancy, and the little one called cheerily: “Dood-bye. I am all better! Tum aden.”
The head-nurse followed the retreating man and the hurrying children along the passageway toward the front door with a very understanding look on her face.