"But each hymn hass got its own tune, portlyher, and you will not knowthe way that it goes, and the doctor will not be wishing me tosing."

"You are a good girl, Flora, but you are not so clever as yourfather, oh no, for I hef been trying that hime on the hill, and itwill sing pretty to a Psalm tune. You will lie still and hear."

Then Lachlan lifted up his voice in "French,"

"There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains."

The singing was fairly good, with a whisper from Flora, till theycame to that verse:

"Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave,"

when Lachlan seemed to lose the tune, and be falling into acoronach.