She read her books of devotion, and went much to church, sitting with a reverend face through many a dull and lengthy sermon she would have felt it sacrilegious to think of with aught but pious admiration.

In the middle of the night it was her custom to rise and offer up prayers through the dark hours.

She was an humble soul who greatly feared and trembled before her God.
"I waken in the night sometimes," the fair, tall child Daphne said once to her mother, "and Mother Anne is there--she kneels and prays beside my bed.

She kneels and prays so by each one of us many a night." "'Tis because she is so pious a woman and so loves us," said young John, in his stately, generous way.

The house of Osmonde had never had so fine and handsome a creature for its heir.