He turned to Rachel with a sad smile.
"Sing something, Miss Winslow.

They will listen to you," he said, and then sat down and covered his face with his hands.
It was Rachel's opportunity, and she was fully equal to it.

Virginia was at the organ and Rachel asked her to play a few notes of the hymn.
"Savior, I follow on, Guided by Thee, Seeing not yet the hand That leadeth me.
Hushed be my heart and still Fear I no farther ill, Only to meet Thy will, My will shall be." Rachel had not sung the first line before the people in the tent were all turned toward her, hushed and reverent.

Before she had finished the verse the Rectangle was subdued and tamed.

It lay like some wild beast at her feet, and she sang it into harmlessness.