After a time she spoke in a different tone.
“Janey?”
“Well?”
“I’d like fur to ’ear the Glory song.”
Janey had a good voice, and desired nothing better than to listen to herself. She complied readily.
”‘I’m glad I hever saw the day, Sing glory, glory, glory, When first I larned to read and pray, Sing glory, glory, glory.’
“Why, Flo! my ’eart alive! Flo, ’ere’s Scamp.”
“Sing it again,” murmured Flo.
And Janey did sing it again, and again, and yet again, until the dark cellar seemed to grow full of it, and to be lit up and brightened by it, and to its music the sick and weary child went to sleep.