Lindsley had the little hen fast and was trying to bring her head close to the ground.
"What might you be trying to do?" exclaimed her father coming upon the small girl in the yard.
"I'm trying to make this hen say her prayers."
"Well," said the parent sadly, "I hope she'll say: 'Now I lay me.'"
BROWN (on fishing trip)—"Boys, the boat is sinking! Is there any one here who knows how to pray?"
JONES (eagerly)—"I do."
BROWN—"All right. You pray and the rest of us will put on life belts. They's one shy."
A small boy, whose father is now on the other side with the Y.M.C.A., was taught to say at the end of his prayer, "Please, God, make Graham a good boy." One night he did not say it, and when his mother asked him if he had not forgotten something, he said, "No; I thought I was asking too much of God. I'd better do more myself."