"What was that you were singing, Mavis?" he inquired, curiously.
"The twenty-third psalm, Uncle John," she answered; "seeing the green meadows put me in mind of it."
Then, observing he looked bewildered, she continued eagerly, "Don't you understand? 'He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.'"
"Oh, now I follow your train of thought," he replied, with a smile, glancing at his wife. "Fancy a child like you thinking of that!"
[CHAPTER V]
PETTY JEALOUSY
THE morning following Mrs. Grey's departure from the Mill House, Mavis accompanied Rose to school. Their way led past the church and the vicarage, and through the village. And as they went, Mavis looked about her with interested eyes, admiring the picturesque creeper-covered cottages with their trim gardens and thatched roofs.
"They seem to sell everything here," she remarked, with an amused smile, as she paused before the one shop of the place, which was also the post-office, "groceries, brushes, notepaper, and medicines too, I declare!"
"We must not dawdle," said Rose, as her cousin lingered, peering into the shop window, "or we shall be late, and that won't do.'
"Would Miss Matthews be angry?" inquired Mavis. "Is she very strict?"