"William Farren came to look after your flowers this morning. He was afraid, now you cannot tend them yourself, they would be neglected. He has taken two of your favourite plants home to nurse for you."
"If I were to make a will, I would leave William all my plants; Shirley my trinkets--except one, which must not be taken off my neck; and you, ma'am, my books." After a pause--"Mrs. Pryor, I feel a longing wish for something."
"For what, Caroline?"
"You know I always delight to hear you sing. Sing me a hymn just now. Sing that hymn which begins,--
'Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, Our refuge, haven, home!'"

"William Farren came to look after your flowers this morning. He has taken two of your favourite plants home to nurse for you."
"If I were to make a will, I would leave William all my plants; Shirley my trinkets - except one, which must not be taken off my neck; and you, ma'am, my books." After a pause - "Mrs. Pryor, you know I always delight to hear you sing. Sing me a hymn. Sing 'Our God, our help in ages past.'"
