“Haven’t said no prayers yet, Mammy.”
“I shouldn’t say no prayers to-night,” Mrs. Tregennis advised; “not if I was you. Jesus ’e don’t love little boys what’s naughty.”
“Oh, yes, ’e do,” said Tommy, with conviction. Then, “’E don’t like ’em to be naughty, ’e don’t,” he added, “but ’e loves ’em all the same.”
Then Tommy said his prayers and the good-night kiss was exchanged.
Once more Tommy burrowed into the pillow and Mammy left the room.
But there was still one thing forgotten, and Tommy raised himself in his cot. “Daddy,” he called, “Daddy, you needn’t say good-night to my Mammy for me; I’ve said it to she myself.”
After this he lay down contentedly. Five minutes later he was asleep and the day of sorrows was ended.