isky undertakin'!
I've been inclined to fret that my working days are over, for dearly
would I like to have gone with you, and done what I could to make you
comfortable; but 'tis the Lord's will, and my age and helplessness
doesn't prevent me from prayin' for you all! You have the same psalm
in your mind, Miss Agatha, that I have been readin' and studyin' this
afternoon. I would dearly like to give you each a verse out of it, if
you won't take offence.'

'We're in for one of Nannie's preaches!' said Gwen, laughing, as she
placed a large-print Bible before her old nurse; 'but we shan't have a
chance of many more, so we promise to be attentive!'

'Ay, dear Miss Gwen, it isn't a preach! How often you come up here to
have a cup o' tea to refresh your bodies! and 'tis a bit of refreshment
to your souls that I'm now makin' so bold as to offer.' Nannie turned
over the pages of her beloved Bible with a reverent hand, then she
looked across at Agatha.

'My dear Miss Agatha, there are four verses here, with a command and a
promise. I should like to give you each one to think of, through all
the troubles and trials that may come to you. Will you mark it in your
own Bibles, and live it out, remembering it was Nannie's verse for you,
so that when I'm dead and gone you may still have the comfort and
teachin' of it?'

Agatha was touched by the old woman's solemn earnestness.

'Yes, Nannie, give it to me, and I will try and put it "into practice."'

Nannie's voice rang out in the dusky firelit room, as she repeated,
more from memory than by sight,--

'Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and
verily thou shalt be fed!'

'Thank you, Nannie,' said Agatha after a pause, 'I will look it up and
remember it.'

'Now mine, please,' said Gwen, looking over the old woman's shoulder.
'Is it the next verse for me?'

'No, my dear, I think not. It seems to me that this must be the Lord's
word to you: "Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in Him, and He
shall bring it to pass."'

'You have given me that because you think I like choosing my own way
through life, now haven't you?'

'Maybe I have. Choosing our own ways and goin' in them always bring
trouble in the end. Now, Miss Clare, your verse is the beginning of
the one Miss Agatha was sayin': "Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently
for Him"; and, Miss Elfie, this is for you, "Delight thyself also in
the Lord, and He shall give thee the desires o