"I want somebody to say my prayers to again.

It's no fun saying them alone." "You don't say them alone, Davy.

God is always with you to hear you." "Well, I can't see Him," objected Davy.

"I want to pray to somebody I can see, but I WON'T say them to Mrs.Lynde or Marilla, there now!" Nevertheless, when Davy was garbed in his gray flannel nighty, he did not seem in a hurry to begin.

He stood before Anne, shuffling one bare foot over the other, and looked undecided.
"Come, dear, kneel down," said Anne.
Davy came and buried his head in Anne's lap, but he did not kneel down.
"Anne," he said in a muffled voice.