Grandma laughed in relief. She dropped her spoon in the pancake batter and half ran to the organ. Recklessly she threw back the lid and, with all stops open, made the notes thunder and throb as she sang in her full-bodied voice:
"Glory, glory, halle-loooo-jah,
Glory, glory, halle-loooo-jah,
Glory, glory, halle-loooo-jah,
His truth is marching on."
Around and around the table marched the three Beebes. Skipper burst into the house, joining the dance, howling to the music. At last Grandpa had to sit down, and Paul and Maureen fell limp and exhausted on the floor.
Grandma turned from the organ, her eyes crinkled with joy. She clapped her hands for attention, then chanted: