At this answer the tears gathered thickly in Amabel's dark eyelashes, and she remained silent.

By-and-by she resumed the conversation.
"Do you know, nurse," she said, with a look of extreme anxiety, "I have forgotten my prayers.

Repeat them to me, and I will say them after you." "My memory is as bad as your ladyship's," replied Judith, contemptuously.

"It is so long since I said mine, that I have quite forgotten them." "That is wrong in you," returned Amabel, "very wrong.

When I lived with my dear father, we had prayers morning and evening, and I was never so happy as then.