Jennie said all this very coolly, she was so much accustomed to the kind of life in which there was more whiskey than Bible; but Edith and Marty looked much shocked. "Never mind," said Miss Alice, "I will bring my Bible the next time I come and read the chapter to you." Just then a beautiful plan flashed into Marty's head, and as Edith was included in it, she could not resist reaching over and giving her arm a tiny squeeze. Edith must have partly understood, for she answered with a smile. In the meantime Miss Alice was saying to Jennie, "Did you ever hear the Psalm beginning, 'The Lord is my Shepherd'?" "I don't b'lieve I ever did," said Jennie. "Marty, can't you and Edith repeat it for her?" Marty was not sure she remembered it all, but Edith knew it, and the beautiful Psalm was reverently recited. That evening as Mrs. Scott, wearied with the labors of the day, was seated in one of the stiff, hard chairs doing some mending by the uncertain light of a smoky lamp, Jennie told her all that had been said and done in the afternoon, and then asked, "Mother, can't you find that about the shepherd in your purple Bible and read it over to me?" "I'll try, but I'm a poor reader, Jennie, and anyways I don't know as I can find the place you want." She unlocked the trunk and bringing forth, wrapped in soft paper, an old-fashioned, small-print Bible that had once been handsome, but was now sadly tarnished, she screwed up the smoky lamp and began to turn the leaves. "I don't know where the place is, child. I'm none so handy with books, and there's a great many different chapters here." "It was about green pastures and quiet waters. Miss Alice said a pasture is a field, and it minded me of that grassy field where Tim took me the summer before he died. You know there was a pond in it, and we paddled along the edge. It was the prettiest place I ever saw, and on awful hot days I wish I was there again. I think it must be just such a place the Bible shepherd takes his folks to." Mrs. Scott turned the leaves back and forth, anxious to please Jennie, but unable to find what she wished. "Now I mind," exclaimed Jennie presently: "Miss Alice didn't call the green pasture piece a chapter; she called it a Psalm." "Oh! now I'll find it," said her mother. "I know about Psalms, for my good old grandfather used to be always reading them, and I used to think it was queer the way they was spelt--with a 'p' at the beginning. I saw them over here a minute ago." Then after a little more searching she inquired, "Is this it? 'The Lord is my Shepherd: I shall not want.'" "The very thing!" Jennie exclaimed joyfully. Mrs. Scott, though with some difficulty, managed to read it, while Jennie listened with closed eyes and clasped hands, thinking of the delightful places into which the Shepherd leads his flock.