"I am sure you will, Jennifer, your heart is good enough for anything," said he tenderly, thinking within himself how much the least gift would cost her. The next day Jennifer was off to the fields, and as she hoed the lines of turnips she was talking to her self of the proposed new chapel. "Silver it must be, I am afraid; but it isn't the colour for Him. I should like to give the Lord a bit of gold. If it isn't _that_ it must be the biggest bit of silver there is." Then Jennifer went on hoeing the weeds to the tune of the hymn that she hummed to herself: "Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing." The tune rang out cheerily on the breeze as she went on, and the words got deeper down in her soul. For Jennifer boasted that she could sing. "If I can't do anything else I can sing," she said. There was very often a hymn on her lips and always one in her heart. She had her philosophy about singing. "I am not going to be beat by the birds, and we are nothing but a sort of creeping thing till we can sing. What's the good of the blue sky above us if we can't fly up into it? And singing is wings to my thinking." * * * * * Eight months had gone by, and the time had come for the opening of the new chapel. Then it was that Jennifer came cautiously to her friend and asked to speak to him privately. They went down the road together, and as soon as they were past the houses of the village she stopped and took carefully from her pocket a little piece of paper which she put into his hands. "There," she said, "that is for the new chapel." He opened it and found a half sovereign. "I am so glad to give a bit of that colour, sir," and Jennifer's face beamed with joy. But the good man started, quite frightened. "I cannot take it, Jennifer. Really I must not. Half a sovereign from you? No, it would not be right." Jennifer pushed back his hand as he held it out to her. "Not take it!" she cried. "But you must take it, sir; 'tis the Lord's." "But really you cannot afford it. It is very good of you." "But I _have_ afforded it, you see," she laughed; "and I am going to afford another before I have done." He held the coin reluctantly in his hand. "It really hurts me to think of it; and you so poor as you are." "Well, I am sorry to hurt anybody. But there's no need to be hurt about it a bit. I thought when I rang out that half sovereign that it was the prettiest music I ever heard, or shall hear till I get up among the angels. And they don't have a chance of anything like that, I expect." And she laughed again. "Well, Jennifer, I suppose I must take it," and he opened his collecting book to enter the subscription with her name, but she checked him instantly.