"Thank you! That was beautiful! Do you mind singing the third verse over again?"
They obeyed, looking at Cicely for the lead.
"The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want;
My mind on Him is stayed,
And though through the Valley of Death I walk,
I shall not be afraid!"
There was a silence.
"Now," breathed Cicely softly—"now the Amen!"
Full and grave came the solemn chord and the young fresh voices with it,—
"A—men!" And then Cicely went up to Maryllia and bent over
her.
"Are you pleased, dearest?"
She was very quiet. There were tears in her eyes, but at the question, she smiled.
"Very pleased! And very happy! Take the children away now and give them tea. And thank them all for me,—say I will see them again some day when I am stronger—when I do not feel inclined to cry quite so easily!"