dollies out of the locker and make them all kneel down by her doll's
bedstead. She was just going to kneel too, when he asked,—
"What are you doing, Ethel?"
She came right up to him and said, "Ma is going to take me to
New York when my Marion is well enough, and I'm going to ask God
to make the boat go softly."
"That's right," he told her; and then he heard her whisper a little