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them was one who was only four years of age, 
but she could say ‘Our father’ as well as any of 
them. Her mother sits on her bed every evening 
and hears her say her prayers; and then she kisses 
her and remains at her bedside until the little 
one falls asleep, which she does the moment she 
shuts her eyes. 
This evening the two eldest were rather 
naughty; one persisted in hopping about the roon 
in its long white night-gown, and the other stood 
up on a chair surrounded by all the children, 
and pretended to be playing at ‘dumb motions’. 
The third and fourth were folding up their things 
very neatly. But the mother was sitting on the 
bed of the youngest, and she bade them all be 
silent, for their little sister was going to say the 
Lord’s prayer. 
[ looked over the lamp and across the room 
to the bed, where the lay upon the white counter- 
pane, with her little hands folded together and 
trying to look very earnest and devout. ‘What 
was that?’ interrupted the mother in the middle