The mother led in a high voice, speaking very rapidly, the others answering in a low murmur.

Five Paters, five Ayes, the Acts, and then a long responsive Litany.
"Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us now and at the hour of our death..." "Immaculate heart of Jesus, have pity on us..." The window was open and through it came the distant roaring of the falls.

The first mosquitos, of the spring, attracted by the light, entered likewise and the slender music of their whip filled the house.

Tit'Be went and closed the window, then fell on his knees again beside the others.
"Great St.Joseph, pray for us..." "St.Isidore, pray for us..." The prayers over, mother Chapdelaine sighed out contentedly:--"How pleasant it is to have a caller, when we see hardly anyone but Eutrope Gagnon from year's end to year's end.

But that is what comes of living so far away in the woods ...