"David, can't you tell another story, please?"
"It is pretty nearly bedtime," Miss Lucy suggested. "If we have one, it must be short."
"Oh, David, sing a song—do!" begged Polly.
"Can he sing?" queried Cornelius wonderingly.
"Beautifully!" answered Polly.
"You don't know!" laughed David.
"You never heard me."
"Yes, I do know!" insisted Polly. "They would n't let you sing solos at St. Paul's Church if you did n't sing well—so!"
The children waited in astonished silence. This was an accomplishment of David's which had not been told them.
Miss Lucy propped him up a little higher among his pillows, and then he began the sweet vesper hymn, "The King of Love my Shepherd is."