And His eyes noted the green spot,
And knew how it had fared;
And smiled the gentle Master then,
For He saw what love had won,
And crowned the workers with the words:
‘My faithful ones, well done!’”
“Now, Margaret, it is your turn,” said the singer. “Give us something merry.”
“The Doctor will do that,” said John; and Stapleton gave “Rule, Britannia!” with variations, that were very varied indeed.
After a time, “Will not Mr. Knight favour us with a song?” asked Margaret. “I know he does sing.”
“Not often,” replied Arthur, as he took his seat at the piano, and prepared to accompany himself.