"About the Good Shepherd," Molly answered promptly. "Tell us about Him, dearie." Molly sat on her father's knee, with his arm around her, whilst she tried to collect her thoughts. It was an effort, and for a moment her face was clouded, then a glimmer of brightness drove away the gloom. "He is the King of love," she said, nodding her head and smiling. "Who?" Mrs. Lethbridge asked gently. "The Good Shepherd—Jesus, you know. He had a lot of sheep, no one can count how many; and He loved them very much. Some did as they were told, and were good. But there was one—I think it was a lamb—because of the picture." Molly paused, glancing from one listener's face to the other, but meeting her mother's encouraging smile, continued more fluently— "There was one little lamb that wouldn't listen to the Good Shepherd, and was very naughty, and was lost!" A troubled look crossed the child's face; the ready tears welled up into her blue eyes, but in a moment the shadow had fled again, and she continued in quick, glad tones, "But Jesus found him at last, after a long, long while, and brought him home quite safe—the naughty little lamb! Father, did you ever hear about it all before?" "Seems to me I have, Molly, years and years ago." "Do you know how the Good Shepherd found the little lamb, father?" "No, my dear, I don't." "He went about calling the little lamb's name, and at last the little lamb heard. I 'spect he came running when he heard the Good Shepherd's voice. There's a picture of Jesus with the little lamb on His shoulder in Mrs. Mugford's shop, father. That's how I know 'twas such a weeny, weeny lamb." "Is there?" said her father. "Why, so there is, Molly," Mrs. Lethbridge said smiling. "I saw it in the window yesterday." "I 'spect it would cost a lot of pennies to buy it; wouldn't it, mother?" "I don't know, my dear. I daresay it would." "I hope Mrs. Mugford will keep it there for a long, long time!" "Why, my dear?" asked her mother. "So that I can look at it every day." "Bless me, child, what an idea!" her mother exclaimed. "Mrs. Mugford will sell the picture as soon as she possibly can, you may depend upon that. But there, look at it as much as you like, if it pleases you, and I don't suppose Mrs. Mugford will mind your looking." "No, she's a good soul," Mr. Lethbridge said in grateful tones; "and she's so kind to Jim, too!" "We sang such a pretty hymn this afternoon," Molly continued eagerly. "That was about the Good Shepherd too." "Couldn't you sing it to us now, Molly?" the mother asked. "I can't remember all," with a shake of the golden head; "I only know a little bit." "Sing us the little bit, my dear. Your father and I would like to hear, eh father?" James Lethbridge assented readily; so Molly complied with their request, her sweet, fresh voice singing the first verse of the hymn. "The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am his, And He is mine for ever."