Then I nursed my baby and tucked him snugly in his cradle.

Thy father had not come to his bed but that was no care to me; he often sat reading or figuring half the night through.

It was Stephen Hatton's way--but suddenly I heard a voice--the voice of a man praying.

That is a sound, my dears, you can never mistake.

When the soul speaks to its God and its Father, it has a different voice to the one a man uses with his fellowmen, when he talks to them about warps and yarns and shillings.
"There was a soft, restful murmur of running water from the little beck by the rose garden, but far above it rose the voice of a man in strong urgent prayer.