WELL, I got a good going-over in the morning from old Miss Watson on account of my clothes; but the widow she didn't scold, but only cleaned off the grease and clay, and looked so sorry that I thought I would behave awhile if I could.

Then Miss Watson she took me in the closet and prayed, but nothing come of it.

She told me to pray every day, and whatever I asked for I would get it.

But it warn't so.

I tried it.
Once I got a fish-line, but no hooks.