"I mean prayer."
"Prayer!—But my dear aunt Caxton!—"
"What is it, my dear?"
"I mean, that one wants an answer to one's perplexing questions."
"Mine never fail of an answer," said Mrs. Caxton. "If it is to be found in the Bible, I find it; if not, I go to the Lord, and get it from him."
"How, my dear aunt Caxton? How can you have an answer——in that way?"
"I ask to be directed—and I always am, Eleanor; always right. What do you think prayer is good for?"
"But aunt Caxton!—I never heard of such a thing in my life! Please forgive me."
"'If any man lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.' Did you never hear that, Eleanor?"
"Aunty—excuse me,—it is something I know nothing about."