That saved a wretch like me!”
It was the opening hymn and they were in the midst of the third verse.
“Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come”;
sang Mary.
She did not dream that another danger, toil and snare was approaching her at that instant from the rear and so her clear soprano rang out unfaltering on the next line—
“'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far—”
Then a hand was laid upon her shoulder. She turned and started as she saw her husband's face bending to her. What had happened at home?
“Wouldn't you like to go to the country?” whispered the doctor.
“Why—I don't like to leave church to go,” Mary whispered back.