ool?" asked Marty.

"I went a little while when we lived down in the Harbor. My teacher had
a lovely velvet cloak trimmed with fur."

"Didn't she tell you about the Good Shepherd?" Edith inquired.

"No. She didn't seem to know about any kind of shepherd. Leastways she
never let on that she did. But they used to sing beautiful hymns, and
one was about a shepherd."

"Was it 'Saviour, like a shepherd lead us'?" asked Marty.

"That was the very one!" exclaimed Jennie in delight. "How did you know
that was it?"

"I thought it might be."

"Would you like to have us sing it now?" Miss Alice inquired.

"Oh, yes, indeed!"

So they sang it, Jennie joining in whenever they came to the words,
"Blessed Jesus," which, besides the first line, was all she knew.

"Is blessed Jesus a shepherd?" she asked.

"He is the Good Shepherd," replied Edith.

"Where's his sheep?"

"All who believe on Him are his sheep, for the Bible says, 'My sheep
hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.'"

Miss Alice saw that Jennie did not altogether understand Edith, so in a
few simple words she explained that Jesus, our Lord and Saviour, speaks
of himself as the Good Shepherd, and calls us to follow him. Then taking
up the picture again she repeated what she had said about shepherds and
their flocks, and also went over some of the hymn they had been singing,
until Jennie began to get into her little muddled brain quite a clear
idea of Jesus, our Shepherd.

"Where is your Bible? I will show you the chapter about the Good
Shepherd."

"I ha'n't got one. Mother has one, but I guess it's locked up in that
little black trunk. It's a purple one with clasps that somebody gave her
long ago, and she always had to keep it hid for fear papa'd sell it for
whiskey."

Jennie said all this very coolly, she was so much accustomed to the kind
of life in which there was more whiskey than Bible; but Edith and Marty
looked much shocked.

"Never mind," said Miss Alice, "I will bring my Bible the next time I
come and read the chapter to you."

Just then a beautiful plan flashed into Marty's head, and as Edith was
included in it, she could not resist reaching over and giving her arm a
tiny squeeze. Edith must have partly understood, for she answered with a
smile.

In the meantime Miss Alice was saying to Jennie,

"Did you ever hear the Psalm beginning, 'The Lord is my Shepherd'?"

"I don't b'lieve I ever did," said Jennie.

"Marty, can't you