"The twenty-third and the seventy-third?" said Maggie interrupting. "Which are they?"
"Don't you know? The twenty-third begins,—'The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.'"
"And it goes on,—" said Mr. Murray,—"'He prepareth a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; he anointeth my head with oil; my cup runneth over.'"
"Not very appropriate," said Flora.
"I thought very appropriate."
"Why they were just in great want, sir; even of the most ordinary comforts."
"A good time to remind themselves of their extraordinary comforts."
"What had they to justify them in talking of their 'cup running over?'"
"Something which they know who know, Miss Flora, and other people would try in vain to comprehend."
"Well, the other word, 'I shall not want;'—they were in want already."