"NOW I AM GOING TO FAN YOU," SHE SAID.
"Now I am going to fan you," said Mrs. Cameron, as she sat beside him. Now and then she sprinkled lavender water on his head and hands.
"Thank you," he said; "how nice that is! Would you sing to me? I heard you singing the other day."
Eva softly sang a Tasmanian air which was wild and sweet.
"Will you do me a favour?" asked the young man. "Please sing me one of the dear old psalms. I am Scotch, and at times yearn for them, you would hardly believe how much."
She sang:
| "God is our refuge and our strength, |
| In straits a present aid: |
| Therefore, although the earth remove, |
| We will not be afraid." |
As she sang tears rolled down the wan cheek, but a look of perfect peace came over the pale face. She went on:
| "A river is, whose streams do glad |
| The city of our God, |
| The holy place, wherein the Lord |
| Most High hath His abode." |
He was asleep, the wan young cheek leaning on his hand in a child-like attitude of repose. Eva sat and watched him, her heart full of pity. She did not move, but sat fanning him. Soon Mr. Cameron and Captain Wylie joined her; as they approached she put her finger on her lips to inspire silence.