It was Hughie's special joy to lead the singing of the psalm.

His voice rose high and clear, even above his mother's, for he loved to sing, and Ranald's presence inspired him to do his best.

Ranald had often heard the psalm sung in the church-- I to the hills will lift mine eyes, From whence doth come mine aid; and the tune was the old, familiar "French," but somehow it was all new to him that day.

The fresh voices and the crisp, prompt movement of the tune made Ranald feel as if he had never heard the psalm sung before.

In the reading he took his verse with the others, stumbling a little, not because the words were too big for him, but because they seemed to run into one another.