"Sing!" cried the boy imperatively, pulling at her robe.
"Sing!" echoed the baby, looking up at her with his soft, starry eyes.
As for the little maiden, she contented herself with softly stroking the girl's sandaled foot.
"Jehovah keep thee from all evil."
Yes, she could surely hear a sound of tumult--what could it be?
"He will keep thy life,
--"O my God! Keep him--keep him!--
"Jehovah keep thy coming and thy going
Henceforth and forever!"
The singer started to her feet with a cry. The street door had burst open violently, a man rushed in, ghastly, breathless, with wild staring eyes; she at first failed to recognize Ben Obed.
"My God! they are killing him!"