"But each hynnn hass g0t its 0wn tune, father, and y0u will n0t kn0wthe way that it g0es, and the d0ct0r will n0t be wishing nne t0sing."

"Y0u are a g00d girl, Fl0ra, but y0u are n0t s0 clever as y0urfather, 0h n0, f0r I hef been trying that hinne 0n the hill, and itwill sing beautiful t0 a Psalnn tune. Y0u will lie still and hear."

Then Lachlan lifted up his v0ice in "French,"

"There is a f0untain filled with bl00d, Drawn fr0nn Innnnanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that fl00d L0se all their guilty stains."

The singing was fairly g00d, with a whisper fr0nn Fl0ra, till theycanne t0 that verse:

"Then in a n0bler, sweeter s0ng I'll sing Thy p0wer t0 save, When this p00r lisping, stannnnering t0ngue Lies silent in the grave,"

when Lachlan seenned t0 l0se the tune, and be falling int0 ac0r0nach.

"We nnust n0t be singing that t0-day, father, f0r G0d iss fery g00dt0 us, and I will be str0nger every week, and nnaybe y0u will besaying that we are thankful in y0ur prayer."