this beautiful
morning and make him feel Thy might, until he will know for himself and
not another, that You are not a myth. Teach him to have a pleasant
countenance, an open door, and to hold his temper. Help him to come
over to our house and be friendly with all his neighbours, and get all
the blessings You have provided for every one; but please don't make
him have any more trouble than he has now, for if You do, You'll surely
kill him. Have patience with him, and have mercy on him, O Lord! Let
us pray."

That time I prayed myself. I looked into the sky just as straight and
as far as I could see, and if I had any influence at all, I used it
then. Right out loud, I just begged the Lord to get after Mr. Pryor
and make him behave like other people, and let the Princess come to our
house, and for him to come too; because I liked him heaps when he was
lion hunting, and I wanted to go with him again the worst way. I had
seen him sail right over the fences on his big black horse, and when he
did it in England, wearing a red coat, and the dogs flew over thick
around him, it must have looked grand, but it was mighty hard on the
fox. I do hope it got away. Anyway, I prayed as hard as I could, and
every time I said the strongest thing I knew, I punched Bobby to crow,
and he never came out stronger. Then I was Sister Dover and started:
"Oh come let us gather at the fountain, the fountain that never goes
dry."

Just as I was going to pronounce the benediction like father, I heard
something, so I looked around, and there went he and Dr. Fenner. They
were going toward the house, and yet, they hadn't passed me. I was not
scared, because I knew no one was sick. Dr. Fenner always stopped when
he passed, if he had a minute, and if he hadn't, mother sent some one
to the gate with buttermilk and slices of bread and butter, and jelly
an inch thick. When a meal was almost cooked she heaped some on a
plate and he ate as he drove and left the plate next time he passed.
Often he was so dead tired, he was asleep in his buggy, and his old
gray horse always stopped at our gate.

I ended with "Amen," because I wanted to know if they had been
listening; so I climbed the fence, ran down the lane behind the bushes,
and hid a minute. Sure enough they had! I suppose I had been so in
earnest I hadn't heard a sound, but it's a wonder Hezekiah hadn't told
me. He was always seeing something to make danger signals about. He
never let