You begin and I'll join in." But Jessie grew suddenly shy.

"No, I--I can't," she said nervously, sliding her soft little hand into her grandfather's rough one as it lay on his knee.

"You begin, granp, please--no, let's begin together, and we'll sing 'Safe in the arms of Jesus,' shall we?
I know all of that." So together rose the old voice and the young one, the first quavering and thin, the other tremulous and childlike, and floated out on the still warm summer air.

Mrs.Dawson, reluctant to disturb them, waited in the kitchen with the tea-tray until they had ended, and the tears stood in her eyes as she listened.
"Bless them!" she murmured tenderly, "bless them both." When the last notes had died away, and grandfather had closed the books and laid them one on top of the other, and their first Sunday-school might fairly be said to be closed, Jessie, looking up, saw her grandmother standing in the doorway, holding a snowy tablecloth in her hand.
"Tea-time!" cried Jessie delightedly, springing to her feet.
"I'll carry away the books, granp, and help granny to bring out the tea-things.

Now don't you move, you sit there and rest, we will do it all by ourselves." So the old man, well pleased, sat on and watched his little granddaughter.