I wonder if it makes any difference with God that one prayer is white and the other black?
Golden Hair said it didn't when we talked about the negroes," and shutting the Bible, Hugh was about to put it up when something whispered of his resolution to commence reading it through.
"It's too confounded cold.

I'll freeze to death, I tell you," he said, as if arguing the point with some unseen presence.

"Get into bed and read it then, hey?
It's growing late and my candle is most burned out.
The first chapter of Genesis is short, is it?
Won't take one over three minutes?
Stick like a chestnut burr, don't you," and as if the matter were decided, Hugh sprang into bed, shivering as if about to take a cold plunge bath.

How then was he disappointed to find the sheets as nice and warm as Aunt Chloe's warming pan of red-hot coals could make them.
And so he fell away to sleep, dreaming that Golden Hair had come back, and that he held her in his arms, just as he held the Bible he had unconsciously taken from the pillow beneath his head..