"I'll say, 'Saviour, like a shepherd lead us,'" said Gracie; and she repeated the hymn very correctly.
Lily said, "Little travellers, Zionward;" but, as you probably know both of these pretty pieces, there is no need to write them here.
Bessie said the verses about the lamb, which she had repeated to Grandpapa Duncan at Riverside.
Maggie's turn came last. "I am going to say the very best hymn that ever was made," she said.
"How do you know it is the very best?" said Gracie. "Maybe it isn't so pretty as the one Bessie said. I like that very much."
"So do I; but then this one is the best, for my own mamma made it," answered Maggie, as if there could be no doubt after this that her hymn was the best that could be written.
Gracie opened her eyes wide, and listened with all her might. To have a mamma who wrote hymns, must, she thought, be very fine, and she did not wonder that Maggie felt rather proud of it.
"Shall I say it?" asked Maggie of Mrs. Rush.
"Certainly," said the lady; and Maggie began.