"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;
and I will dwell in the house o£ the Lord forever."

To dwell in the house of the Lord forever!--How wonderful! What was
the house of the Lord? . . . Missy leaned back in the summerhouse
seat, and gazed dreamily out at the silver-white clouds drifting
lazily across the sky; in the side-yard her nasturtium bed glowed up
from the slick green grass like a mass of flame; a breeze stirred
the flame to gentle motion and touched the ramblers on the
summerhouse, shaking out delicious scents; distantly from the
backyard came the tranquil, drowsy sounds of unseen chickens. Missy
listened to the chickens; regarded sky and flowers and green--
colours so lovely as to almost hurt you--and sniffed the fragrant
air. . . All this must be the house of the Lord! Here, surely
goodness and mercy would follow her all the days of her life.

Thus, slowly, the marvellous new feeling stole back and took
possession of her. She could no longer bear just sitting there
quiet, just feeling. She craved some sort of expression. So she rose
and moved slowly over the slick green grass, pausing by the blazing
nasturtium bed to pick a few vivid blossoms. These she pinned to her
dress; then went very leisurely on to the house-to the parlour--to
the piano--to "Asleep in Jesus."

She played it "with expression." Her soul now seemed to be flowing
out through her fingers and to the keyboard; the music came not from
the keyboard, really, but from her soul. Rapture!

But presently her mood was rudely interrupted by mother's voice at
the door.