'Only all our best voices will be
singing it at Rawul Pindee!'
And, as she struck a note on the piano, all the younger people still
up, Mysie, Phyllis, Wilfred and Valetta, gathered round from the outer
room to join in their evening Sunday delight. Fly put her hand into
her father's and whispered, 'You told me about it, daddy.' He began to
sing, but his voice thickened as he missed the tones once associated
with it. And Lady Merrifield, too, nearly broke down as with all her
heart she sang, hopefully,
'Now Lord, the gracious work begin.'
CHAPTER XVII.
THE STONE MELTING.
It was with a strange feeling that Dolores woke on the New Year's
morning, that something was very sad and strange, and yet that there
was a sense of relief. For one thing, that terrible confession to her
father was written, and was no longer a weight hanging over her. And
though his answer was still to come, that was months away. There was
Uncle Regie greatly displeased with her; there was Constance treating
her as a traitor; there was the mischief done, and yet something hard
and heavy was gone? Something sweet and precious had come in on her!
Surely it was, that now she knew and felt that she could trust in Aunt
Lilias--yes, and in Mysie. She got up, quite looking forward to
meeting those gentle, brown eyes of her aunt's, that she seemed never
before to have looked into, and to feeling the sweet, motherly kiss
which had so mud, more meaning in it now, as almost to make up for
Uncle Reginald's estrangement.
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