"Do you remember the text of the sermon this morning?" May inquired. "Donald asked me what it was, but I couldn't tell him."
"It was, 'I have fought a good fight,'" Josephine answered promptly.
"And the sermon was about fighting?" Donald questioned.
Josephine assented. "It was about our all being soldiers," she said, "soldiers of the Cross. I liked the preacher."
"I don't know his name," May said, "but I heard some one say as we were coming out of church that he's an army chaplain, a friend of the Vicar's, who is going to France next week."
"Oh, to the front!" Josephine exclaimed. She was silent a minute, then continued: "He said that we must try to live so that when God calls us to Himself we may each one of us be able to say as Paul did, 'I have fought the good fight.' I enjoyed his sermon. And I liked the hymn afterwards, for it's father's favourite. I expect you know it, Donald. It begins 'Fight the good fight with all thy might.'"
"I don't think I ever heard it," Donald replied.
"Shall we sing it to him, May?" suggested Josephine.
"I don't know the words," May answered. "Besides, who's going to play the accompaniment? I can't."
"Nor can I," Josephine admitted. "But I can sing it without an accompaniment, I think. I'll try."