I am afraid it will not be many
days, Louie, before it is all over, and I believe he thinks so himself,"
and she went to her room to sob away her grief.
It was evident to them all the next day that Mr. Sherwood was rapidly
sinking, and Dexie scarcely left his side for a moment.
Once when he woke from a troubled sleep he smiled into her face, and said
faintly:
"She sang it very well, didn't she, Dexie? the 'pastures green,' you know.
I never have forgotten it. Can you sing it now for me?"
"Try to tell me a little more, dear papa. Where was it you heard it?"
trying in vain to think what had called forth this request.
"At Dr. Grant's church that Sunday morning in Halifax. You know--the new
singer you wanted to hear. I know all about the 'pastures green' now,
Dexie, but sing about it."
Instantly the Sunday morning so long ago flashed back to her mind, and with
one arm around her father's neck, as she kneeled by his side, she sang:
"The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; he leadeth me
The quiet waters by."
Her voice trembled, but there was a happy ring to it withal, and presently
she saw that he slept again, his face looking happy and peaceful as it
rested on the pillows.
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