Next time? Ah, poor Morris, if you had known about next time, would you have spoken to-night?
"Marjorie, I have something for you, but I would rather not give it to you to-night," he said with some confusion.
"Well," she said, quietly, "I can wait."
"Do you want to wait."
"Yes. I think I do," she answered deliberately.
Miss Prudence's step was at the front parlor door.
"You young folks are not observing the clock, I see. Marjorie must study astronomy by starlight to-morrow morning, and I am going to send you upstairs, Morris. But first, shall we have family worship, together? I like to have a priest in my house when I can."
She laid Marjorie's Bible in his hand as she spoke. He read a short Psalm, and then they knelt together. He had grown; Marjorie felt it in every word of the simple heartfelt prayer. He prayed like one at home with God. One petition she long remembered: "Lord, when thou takest anything away from us, fill us the more with thyself."