“Aye, dearie, I was busy.”
“Oh, it was beautiful singin’—”
“Aye, lad, I know.”
“An’ over an’ over again, like this——” But David’s notes trailed away as he started to sing.
“Aye, dearie, I see.”
“An’ the—valley—was—quiet—but—Annie——” The voice ceased, for a second the pulse in his throat ticked sharply against her heart, then his head settled drowsily upon her breast.
“Oh, lad, lad dear, Davie,” called Annie, rocking him in her arms, “lad, lad dear, will ye not speak to me?”
And the young minister stepping in over the threshold saw that the Messenger had come.