'Is there any soul here among you factory lads who, when he wakes in the morning, _ever thinks of saying a prayer ?_ Not one of you, I'll be bound! What with shovelling on one's clothes, and gulping down one's breakfast, and walking half a mile to the mill, who's got time to think about prayers?
God must wait.

He's always there above, you think, sitting in glory.

He can listen any time.

Well, as you stand at your work--all those hours!--is there ever a moment _then_ for putting up a word in Jesus' ear--Jesus, Who died for sinners?
Why, no, how should there be indeed?
If you don't keep a sharp eye on your work the overlooker 'ull know the reason why in double-quick time!...

But there comes a break, perhaps, for one reason or another.