"Well, child, what is it?" she asked, catching his eye as he stole a shy glance at her, one of many which she had not seen.
"I was only thinking, you looked as if—"
"As if what? Don't be afraid," she said, for Ben paused and fumbled at the reins, feeling half ashamed to tell his fancy.
"You were saying prayers," he added, wishing she had not caught him.
"So I was. Don't you, when you are happy?
"No,'m. I'm glad, but I don't say any thing."
"Words are not needed; but they help, sometimes, if they are sincere and sweet. Did you never learn any prayers, Ben?"
"Only 'Now I lay me.' Grandma taught me that when I was a little mite of a boy."
"I will teach you another, the best that was ever made, because it says all we need ask."
"Our folks wasn't very pious; they didn't have time, I s'pose."