Daisy was exceedingly fond of every melody and harmony that was worthy the name; and this--plaintive, slow, simple--seemed to go not only through her ears, but down to the very bottom of her heart.
They sang but a verse and a chorus; and then after an interval, when those around the railings rose and gave place to others, they sang a verse and a chorus again; and this is the chorus that they sang.

It dwelt in Daisy's heart for many a day; but I can never tell you the sweetness of it.
"O the Lamb! the loving Lamb! The Lamb on Calvary; The Lamb that was slain, but lives again, To intercede for me." It seemed to Daisy a sort of paradise while they were singing.

Again and again after a pause the notes measuredly rose and fell; and little Daisy who could take no other open part in what was going on, responded to them with her tears.

Nobody was looking, she thought; nobody would see.
At last it was all done; the last verses were sung; the last prayers spoken; the little crowd turned to go.

Daisy standing behind Joanna in the front place was obliged to wait till the aisle was clear.