Christian herald and signs of our times . don t you know ? Did she know? Ah, too well, too well!It required some effort to answer calmly, Half-a-mile. And why does he never take us there ? continued Alice. It is not a place for little girls, my child. What do they do, mother? They talk, Ally, and—and smoke. And, I suppose, scid Ally, gravely— Isuppose they kneel down, too? What makes you think so? Because, when I stay awake till fathercomes, I see that he does not kneel downhere; and so I think he must have said hisprayers at The Welcome Home. There was no answer; and in a few minutesAllys lit
Christian herald and signs of our times . don t you know ? Did she know? Ah, too well, too well!It required some effort to answer calmly, Half-a-mile. And why does he never take us there ? continued Alice. It is not a place for little girls, my child. What do they do, mother? They talk, Ally, and—and smoke. And, I suppose, scid Ally, gravely— Isuppose they kneel down, too? What makes you think so? Because, when I stay awake till fathercomes, I see that he does not kneel downhere; and so I think he must have said hisprayers at The Welcome Home. There was no answer; and in a few minutesAllys little feet went pattering into an innerroom, where, after being snugly tucked up byher mother, she lay awake, listening for thestep which was too often so long in coming. Meanwhile the father, sitting alone besidethe hearth, mused over the little sermon whichhis child had, all unconsciously, been preach-ing. He would never forget that sermon whilehe lived. I have been strangely blind, he began tosay within himself that night; but now 1. JOHN ROSS HEARS HIS CHILDS PRAYER Good night, father, the child whispered, ashe stooped to receive her caress: come homeas quick as you can. He was gone. Mrs. Ross washed up theplates and dishes, and put them, with Allyshelp, into the cupboard. Then she sat downto mend her husbands waistcoat. They weredull that night, and with reason; yet the childlaid her head on her mothers knee with asense of rest and calm that seldom came toher in her fathers presence. Soon she beganto sing the hymns which she learnt at , kneeling to pray beside her motherschair, she began to say, God bless dearfather Hush ! Was that some one at the window,or was it only a puff of wind that rattled theone half-frame against the other? Ally look-ed up, and listened. It is nothing, said her mother, and thechild went on : Bless dear father to-night,and bring him home safe, and help me to be agood child to him and mother, for JesusChrists sake. Amen. As these words
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