Where did you learn it ?" Iola gazed inquiringly upon the face of her patient, and saw, by his clear gaze and the expression of his face, that his reason had returned.
"In my home, in Mississippi, from my own dear mother," was Iola's reply.
"Do you know where she learned it ?" asked Robert.
"When she was a little girl she heard her mother sing it.

Years after, a Methodist preacher came to our house, sang this hymn, and left the book behind him.

My father was a Catholic, but my mother never went to any church.

I did not understand it then, but I do now.

We used to sing together, and read the Bible when we were alone." "Do you remember where she came from, and who was her mother ?" asked Robert, anxiously.
"My dear friend, you must be quiet.