"I don't know, my dear. I daresay it would."
"I hope Mrs. Mugford will keep it there for a long, long time!"
"Why, my dear?" asked her mother.
"So that I can look at it every day."
"Bless me, child, what an idea!" her mother exclaimed. "Mrs. Mugford will sell the picture as soon as she possibly can, you may depend upon that. But there, look at it as much as you like, if it pleases you, and I don't suppose Mrs. Mugford will mind your looking."
"No, she's a good soul," Mr. Lethbridge said in grateful tones; "and she's so kind to Jim, too!"
"We sang such a pretty hymn this afternoon," Molly continued eagerly. "That was about the Good Shepherd too."
"Couldn't you sing it to us now, Molly?" the mother asked.
"I can't remember all," with a shake of the golden head; "I only know a little bit."
"Sing us the little bit, my dear. Your father and I would like to hear, eh father?"