"I am a little."
"Will you remain while we have prayers?" she questioned, hesitatingly.
"Yes granny. I would like to hear grandfather pray again."
They both started, and looked at him and then at each other, but neither made any remark.
The chapter the old man read was a long one, and the prayer was longer still, but Rufus showed no sign of weariness. In fact, the little granny's quick ears fancied they heard a whispered "Amen" when the prayer ended.
Rufus rose slowly from his knees with a serene look upon his handsome face.
"My dear boy, we have never ceased praying for you," his granny said, placing her thin hands upon his strong shoulders and looking up into his face.
"I hope you will continue to pray for me," he answered, quietly. "I shall need all your prayers."
"Rufus?" the old man said, in a questioning tone, and he turned suddenly and looked into his grandson's eyes.
Rufus felt that, having said so much, he was bound to say more.