His voice trembled that night as he went through the familiar words of the evening prayer; a rush of choking emotions almost stopped his utterance, and the old words, worn smooth with use, seemed to have no relation to the turbulent tempest of feeling that was raging in his heart.
After prayers he threw down the Bible with an impatient bang, bolted for his room and shut himself in alone.
"Poor Father! he takes it hard," said Nabby, wiping her eyes.
"He takes everything hard," said Abner. "I don't know how we'll get along with him, now Mother isn't round."
"Well, let's hope Mother's goin' to get well," said Nabby. "I can't—I ain't goin' to think anything else."
[CHAPTER XXV.]
DOLLY BECOMES ILLUSTRIOUS.
