Manchurian Books

After much deliberation she had
decided upon the Psalm in which David sings his song of faith, "The
Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want."
How beautiful it was! So deep and so hard to understand, yet,
somehow, all the more beautiful for that. She murmured aloud, "I
will fear no evil--for Thou art with me--Thy rod and Thy staff they
comfort me"; and wondered what the rod and staff really were.
But best of all she liked the last verse:
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;
and I will dwell in the house o? the Lord forever."
To dwell in the house of the Lord forever!--How wonderful! What was
the house of the Lord? . . . Missy leaned back in the summerhouse
seat, and gazed dreamily out at the silver-white clouds drifting
lazily across the sky; in the side-yard her nasturtium bed glowed up
from the slick green grass like a mass of flame; a breeze stirred
the flame to gentle motion and touched the ramblers on the
summerhouse, shaking out delicious scents; distantly from the
backyard came the tranquil, drowsy sounds of unseen chickens.


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