"Would you do me one more favour?" asked Amy. "Mamma always likes me to read something in the Bible at night, only a short psalm, or a few verses that she has chosen for me; but my eyes are so dizzy now, I can hardly see."
"And you would like me to read to you?" continued Dora, taking the Bible from the table.
"Just tell me about Miss Cunningham before you begin," said Amy; "but no," she added, stopping herself, "I will hear it to-morrow. It will be better than thinking about it just now."
"Oh! it is nothing at all," replied Dorn. "Lucy would play as usual, and broke down, and when we were talking afterwards, Mary asked her if she had not some notion of having lessons of Emily Morton, and said what an advantage it would be, and this put her into a great rage, because she declared it was laughing and sneering at her—not that it was at all, for Mary Warner is the last person to sneer, and was quite vexed at having given offence; but, Amy, why did you say it would be better to hear it to-morrow?"
"Because you were just going to read the Bible," replied Amy, "and I thought it might put things into my head, and prevent me from attending."
"But you could have heard it afterwards."
"No," answered Amy, "I generally read the last thing, and then mamma tells me to try and not attend to common things; she says our last thoughts should be of God."
"We should think of Him always," said Dora.
"Yes," replied Amy; "but you know, Dora, sleep is like death, and perhaps we may never wake again."
"That never entered my head before," said Dora, gravely. "I shall not go to sleep so comfortably now as I used to do."