They forgot the water and the trees." "What would ye think of offering up prayer ?" the man asked diffidently.
"It ain't night yet," she answered.
"It don't matter.

It ain't quite regular, but He won't mind that, you bet.

You say over them ones that you used to say every night in the waggon when we was on the Plains." "Why don't you say some yourself ?" the child asked, with wondering eyes.
"I disremember them," he answered.

"I hain't said none since I was half the height o' that gun.

I guess it's never too late.