She drew her skirt up over him, and the three sat motionless for a long time.
"Waldo," she said, suddenly, "they are laughing at us." "Who ?" he asked, starting up.
"They--the stars!" she said, softly.

"Do you not see?
There is a little white, mocking finger pointing down at us from each one of them! We are talking of tomorrow and tomorrow, and our hearts are so strong; we are not thinking of something that can touch us softly in the dark and make us still forever.

They are laughing at us Waldo." Both sat looking upward.
"Do you ever pray ?" he asked her in a low voice.
"No." "I never do; but I might when I look up there.

I will tell you," he added, in a still lower voice, "where I could pray.

If there were a wall of rock on the edge of a world, and one rock stretched out far, far into space, and I stood alone upon it, alone, with stars above me, and stars below me,--I would not say anything; but the feeling would be prayer." There was an end to their conversation after that, and Doss fell asleep on her knee.