Mr.Hall saw that he was not understood.
"You know, 'Now I lay me' ?" he said.
"No, don't know it," replied Andy.
"'Our Father,' then ?" The child knit his brow.

It was plain that he did not understand what his good friend meant.
"You've said your prayers ?" Andy shook his head in a bewildered way.
"Never said your prayers!" exclaimed Mr.Hall, in a voice so full of surprise and pain that Andy grew half frightened.
"Poor baby!" was said, pityingly, a moment after.

Then the question, "Wouldn't you like to say your prayers ?" brought the quick answer, "Yes." "Kneel down, then, right here." Andy knelt, looking up almost wonderingly into the face that bent over him.
"We have a good Father in heaven," said Mr.Hall, with tender reverence in his tone, pointing upward as he spoke, "He loves us and takes care of us.

He brought you to me, and told me to love you and take care of you for him, and I'm going to do it.

Now, I want you to say a little prayer to this good and kind Father before you go to bed.