Even when speech came,
it was only a halting, stereotyped phrase that fell from them.
"If it's all gold and diamonds, I don't want to go!" The child was
crying now. "Oh, Meg, I want to be alive! How'd you like to die,
Meg, when you're only thirteen? Think how lonely I'll be without
you all. Oh, Meg! Oh, Pip, Pip! Oh, Baby! Nell!"
The tears streamed down her cheeks; her chest rose and fell.
"Oh, say something, Meg!--hymns!--anything!"
Half the book of "Hymns Ancient and Modern" danced across Meg's brain.
Which one could she think of that would bring quiet into those
feverish eyes that were fastened on her face with such a frightening,
imploring look?
Then she opened her lips:
"Come unto Me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest,
Oh, bl---
"I'm not weary, I don't WANT to rest," Judy said, in a fretful tone.
Again Meg tried:
"My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life's rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say
Thy will be done!"
"That's for old people," said the little tired voice. He won't expect
ME to say it."
Then Meg remembered the most beautiful hymn in the world, and said
the first and last verses without a break in her voice:
"Abide with me, fast falls the eventide,
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
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