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 The next night much the same scene oc-
curred, except that Edith managed to be
ready for the candle to be taken when Miss
Thompson came for it. She had seized the
first quiet moment for her prayers, and was
much relieved to find that, though the other
girls still went on with their talking, they
had the good feeling to lower their voices
so as not to seriously incommode her.
 Edith," said Lucy Price, in a low tone, as
soon as Miss Thompson had departed, "what
makes you say your prayers out of bed this
cold weather ? none of the others do."
 Oh, I have always been accustomed to it.
I shouldn't feel as if I had said them, if I
waited till I was in bed."
 But I am so cold that I can't think about
them; when I am warm I can say them much
better, that is why I don't kneel down."
 Perhaps I don't feel the cold so much as
you do, Lucy; but," added she hesitatingly,
"don't you think it seems more reverent to
kneel, more as if we were really praying to
God, we sinful mortals, beseeching Him, the
Almighty, to hear us."
 "Yes, but then God doesn't look to posture
or form, He looks at our hearts, and if I can
pray better in bed, I think I may."