THE CINDERELLA FROCK. 17

After a little pause she began reading their
names; a long roll, and when her own, the
last on the list, was called out, aloud in that
public place, she had not even presence of
mind to articulate the required ‘ Present.”
Next each scholar read a verse of Scripture,
and then all rose up with closed eyes and
hands meekly clasped together, and chanted
in low reverential tones the beautiful Lord’s
Prayer. It seemed so sweet to the little
stranger to hear all those little voices so
lifted up at once, and to feel what holy words
they were repeating, she could scarce keep
back her tears. When it was over, and
there had been another short silence, the
teacher talked to them very affectionately
of the long term before them, and all their
duties and responsibilities, and then suddenly
all broke into a noisy, joyous song, the bur-