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« Why, of course, he did.”

A few minutes later she is kneeling on the
bed with her head nestled in my breast,
repeating her evening prayer : —

“Dear Father, whom I cannot see,
Smile down from heaven on little me.

Let angels through the darkness spread
Their holy wings about my bed.

And keep me safe, because I am
The heavenly Shepherd’s little lamb.

Dear God our Father, watch and keep
Father and mother while they sleep ;

“and bless Dennis, and Ronnie, and Uncle
John, and Auntie Bonnie, and Phyllis (did
Phyllis used to squint when she was a baby?
Poor Phyllis!) ; and Madame, and Lucille
(she is only a tiny little child; a quarter
past three years or something like that) ;
and Ivo and Wilfrid (he has bronchitis
very badly; he can’t come out this winter ;
aren’t you sorry for him? Really a dear
little boy).”
«‘ Any one else?”
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