58 PLEDGE SIGNING AT TRILLIUM SPRING 



Again with eager haste the glasses were filled, 

 and kneeling beside Jamie, Mr. Brown took the 

 cooling draught. "Let them pray again, Mrs. 

 Libby," he whispered. "God must help me to 

 be true to this promise, true to my brave little 

 son, true to my precious home." 



"Sing your pledge-prayer again, children, 

 for Mr. Brown," said their leader. 



Kneeling by the spring, which rippled its ten- 

 der note in sweet accord with the melody of the 

 youthful voices, the Lcgioners sang for the sec- 

 ond time: 



"Our Heavenly Father, hear us now 

 And help us keep this sacred vow, 

 Though we are young oil make us strong 

 Always to fight against the wrong. 



"Bless those who join our band today 

 That they may never from Thee stray. 

 Oh keep them true, help them to stand 

 For God, and Home, and Native Land." 



"Father, will you march back with us ?" asked 

 Jamie, fairly dancing in his delight. "You will 

 make the procession just splendid." 



"All right," said Mr. Brown, "you can escort 



