Now, you fellows, don't laugh; but there and then I read three or four chapters of the Bible--out of Fenwick's mother's Bible--the one she handed in at the carriage window that morning he and I set off for college. I actually did and this is the Bible.
[ Bentley and Tad Anderson do not laugh .
When I had finished, I said--"Fenwick, I'm awfully sorry, but fact is--I can't pray."
"Never mind about that, old man!" said he; "Little 'Un can pray!"
And Little 'Un did pray; and I tell you what, fellows, I never heard any such prayer. That little girl was a brick.
Then Fenwick Major put out fingers like pipe-staples, and said--
"Old man, you'll give Little 'Un a hand--after--you know."
I don't know that I said anything. Then he spoke again, and very slowly--
"It's all right, old boy. Sun h
