She was coming home from church with Mr.Dinks, and he said to her, 'Miss Newt, what do you do when you go into church and put your head down ?' Fanny did not understand him, and asked him what he meant.

'Why,' said he, 'when we go into church, you know, we all put our heads down in front of the pew, or in our hands, for a little while, and Dr.Maundy spreads his handkerchief on the desk and puts his face into it for quite a long time.

What do _you_ do ?' he asked, in a really perplexed way, Fanny says.

'Why,' said she, gravely, 'Mr.Dinks, it is to say a short prayer.' 'Bless my soul!' said he; 'I never thought of that.' 'Why, what do you do, then ?' asked Fanny, curiously.

'Well,' answered Dinks, 'you know I think it's a capital thing to do; it's proper, and so forth; but I never knew what people were really at when they did it; so I always put my head into my hat and count ten.