Remember that.

Take that card and come right to the kitchen.

Now, sit down in the corner and learn that prayer off by heart." Anne set the card up against the jugful of apple blossoms she had brought in to decorate the dinner-table--Marilla had eyed that decoration askance, but had said nothing--propped her chin on her hands, and fell to studying it intently for several silent minutes.
"I like this," she announced at length.

"It's beautiful.

I've heard it before--I heard the superintendent of the asylum Sunday school say it over once.