"Don't you know any ?" She eyed me anxiously again.

"But you are a good boy?
Surely you are a good boy?
Don't boys say their prayers?
They ought to." Since passing out of Miss Plinlimmon's tutelage, I had sadly neglected the habit: but I knelt down obediently and in silence.
She stepped close behind me.

"But you're not speaking," she murmured.

"Father always says his aloud, and so do I.

You mustn't pretend, if you don't really know any.