"Do you think mother's lost, father?"
A heavy broken breath came from the father, and he replied haltingly: "Mebbe—mebbe so."
Dominique's eyes closed again. "I'll make up some," he said slowly: "And if mother's lost, O Bon Jésu, bring her back again to us, for everything's going wrong."
Again he paused, then went on with the prayer as it had been taught him.
"Teach us to hear Thee whenever Thou callest, and to see Thee when Thou visitest us, and let the blessed Mary and all the saints speak often to Thee for us. O Christ, hear us. Lord have mercy upon us. Christ, have mercy upon us. Amen."
Making the sign of the cross, he lay back, and said: "I'll go to sleep now, I guess."
