"I never knew you had come to bed. I meant to have sent Lucy to you. We have been having our supper. It's so strange to have a child in the house that I keep on forgetting it. Now won't you say your prayers before you get into bed? You do say some prayers, don't you?"
"Who to?" asked Harebell, looking at Goody with wistfulness. "I used to say them to daddy, but he has gone away, and I haven't said any prayers since!"
"But you say your prayers to God," said Goody in shocked tones; "don't you know that?"
Harebell shook her head.
"I talk to God very often," she said; "but I don't say my prayers to Him. It was 'Our Father' I used to say to daddy. I never did understand what it meant, but I learnt it when I was a baby, and he liked to hear me say it."
Goody looked quite horrified, but she tried to give a satisfactory explanation.
"Saying your prayers is talking to God; asking Him to forgive you for being naughty, and begging Him to watch over you while you sleep."
"I don't talk like that," said Harebell with a superior smile.
"Well, kneel down now," said Goody, impatiently.
"I talk to God in bed. I don't kneel. I only used to kneel to daddy."