shall go up thereon, it
shall not be found there, but the redeemed shall walk there.

"And the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion with songs
and everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and
gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."

The schoolmistress had played the wedding march from _Lohengrin_, and
was prepared to play Mendelssohn as the party left the church, but when
the service was over Mrs. Macdonald whispered fiercely in Jean's ear,
"You _can't_ be married without 'O God of Bethel,'" and ousting the
schoolmistress from her place at the organ she struck the opening notes.

They knew it by heart--Jean and Davie and Jock and Mhor and Lewis
Elliot--and they sang it with the unction with which one sings the songs
of Zion by Babylon's streams.

"Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

O spread Thy covering wings around
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace."

Out in the sunshine, among the blossoms, Jean stood with her husband and
was kissed and blessed.

"Jean, Lady Bidborough," said Pamela.

"Gosh, Maggie!" said Jock, "I quite forgot Jean would be Lady
Bidborough. What a joke!"

"She doesn't look any different," Mhor complained.

"Surely you don't want her different," Mrs. Macdonald said.

"Not _very_ different," said Mhor, "but she's pretty small for a
Lady--not nearly as tall as Richard Plantagenet."

"As high as my heart," said Lord Bidborough. "The correct height, Mhor."

The vicar lunched with them at the inn. There were no speeches, and no
one tried to be funny.

Jock rebuked Jean for eating too much. "It's not manners for a bride to
have more than one help."

"It's odd," said Jean, "but the last time I was married the same thing
happened. D'you remember Davie? You were the minister and I was the
bride, and I had my pinafore buttoned down the front to look grown up,
and Tommy Sprott was the bridegroom. And Great-aunt Alison let us have a
cake and some shortbread, and we made strawberry wine ourselves. And at
the wedding-feast Tommy Sprott suddenly pointed at me and said, 'Put
that girl out; she's eating all the shortbread.' Me--his new-made
bride!"

* * * * *

The whole village turned out to see the newly-married couple leave,
including the blacksmi