Does the Lord get it?
What a thing to ask, to be sure! Why, there are other spinners close by, waiting for rovings, or leaving off for "baggin," and a bit of talk and a bad word or two are a deal more fun, and come easier than praying.
Half-past five o'clock at last--knocking-off time.

Then you begin to think of amusing yourselves.

There's loafing about the streets, which never comes amiss, and there's smoking and the public for you bigger ones, and there's betting on Manchester races, and there's a bout of swearing every now and then to keep up your spirits, and there are other thoughts, and perhaps actions, for some of you, of which the less said in any decent Christian gathering the better! And so bedtime comes round again; still not a moment to think of God in--of the Judgment which has come a day closer--of your sins which have grown a day heavier--of your soul which has sunk a day further from heaven, a day nearer to hell?
Not one.

You are dead tired, and mill-work begins so early.

Tumble in--God can wait.