All being seated, the old man, after a final fleeting glance at his daughter's empty chair, gave out the Psalm.
"Let us worship God," he said, "by singing to His praise in the Hundred and Twenty-first Psalm. Psalm a Hundred and Twenty-one—
'I to the hills will lift mine eyes,
From whence doth come——'"
The door opened, and Margaret entered. She was dusty and tired, for she had walked fourteen miles since milking-time; but in her hand she held a letter.
She glanced timidly at the clock, and was for slipping quietly into her seat; but her father said—
"You had best give it to him now. A man cannot worship God while his mind is distracted with other things."
Robin took the letter, and after a glance in the direction of his father and the waiting Bible, opened and read it amidst a tense silence. Finally he looked up.
"Well?" said the old man.
"They have given me the First Bursary, father," said Robin.