"Or in somebody else's house perhaps, where it is not the custom?"
"Why not?"
"Why it seems to me like a sort of preaching to people; like saying to them that you are better than they are; setting one's self up."
"Pardon me—how can it be setting myself up, to thank my Father in heaven for what He has given me, and to ask Him to let me have also a blessing with it?"
"Why couldn't you do it quietly?"
"I should always in such places do it quietly; not aloud."
"But I mean—without letting anybody know it?"
"Why should not people know it?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Murray; but I always think it is making a show—making a pretence."
"If it is a pretence, the worse for me, whether at home or abroad. But a show I want it to be, Miss Flora; a show that I am a child of God, and love to own my Father's hand everywhere."