Job lifted one hand.
"Up there, deary."
"Like as father asked to be remembered?" asked Ailie.
"Aye, an' like as I make ye kneel down night an' morning, an' pray to 'Our Father, which art in Heaven.'"
"D'ye mean to say, if I went an' prayed for work, it'd come?" inquired Hor, with a low incredulous laugh. For thanks to old Job, the name and meaning of prayer was not unknown among those three children, as it had been but a short time back.
Job thought seriously, then said—
"No, I don't, lad."
"Then where's the good o' prayin'?" asked Hor.
Job put down his work, and opened his Bible, bending over it in the twilight.
"Look here, lad—there's many an' many a promise of answers to prayers. Will ye hear one or two?