That's nice," she murmured.

"I haven't said my prayers.

Do you think it matters as I'm not going to bed?
I really am tired." "No, dear," he said.

"_Le bon Dieu_ understands." She moved her head a little.

"Are you going to say yours, Bertie ?" "Perhaps, little one." "Oh, that's all right," she said comfortably.