"You didn't think I had learned to pray, perhaps. Thank God, I have." Then he laid his hand kindly on Edward's shoulder. "Have you learned that precious lesson yet, my friend?"
"Yes," said Edward softly; "a good while ago."
"I am very glad; you will never learn anything else that is quite so important. What is all the study for, by the way? Have you any plans.'"
"Yes," said Edward, astonished at what he was about to tell to a stranger; "I want to get an education, and then, if I possibly can do that, I want to be a minister."
Ray's hand fell from his shoulder, and when he answered this, his voice was low and a little sad:
"God bless you, and help you. I hope you will never have to give it up."
Edward made up his mind that night that a prig meant the best and kindest,—yes, and the wisest young man in the world.