There was no fear nor wonder in her attitude to him.

He could not convince her, she thought, of things that she herself had not seen.
He knelt and prayed for a moment before his desk, then he rose and, with his hands resting on the wood before him, said: "Let us offer thanks to Almighty God that He has kept us in safety and in health during the past week." They all knelt down.

He prayed then, in a voice that was soft and clear and that hid behind the words a little roughness of accent that was not unpleasant.

His prayer was extempore, and he addressed God intimately and almost conversationally.

"Thou knowest how we are weak and foolish, our faults are all known to Thee and our blunders are not hid, therefore we thank Thee that Thou hast not been impatient with us, but, seeing that we are but little children in Thy hands, hast deemed the thunderbolt too heavy for our heads and the lightning too blinding for our eyes.