Oh, Timmy! let's lie down and try to get to sleep.

But it _is_ miserable to have all the world against us." She remembered that she was omitting to say her prayers, and knelt down; but after a moment or two rose again.
"It's no use, God," she said.

"I'm very sorry, and I wouldn't tell it to anyone but _You_--and perhaps Uncle Copas, if he was different: but I can't say 'forgive us our trespasses' when I can't abide the woman." She had already pulled down the blind.

Before creeping to bed she drew the curtains to exclude the lingering daylight.

As she did so, she made sure that her window was hasped wide.