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folded demurely and her little face quite grave and serious. She was saying the Lord's Prayer aloud. But her mother interrupted her in the middle of her prayer. " How is it," she asked, " that when you have prayed for daily bread, you always add something I cannot understand ? You must tell me what that is." The little one lay silent, and looked at her mother in embarrassment. " What is it you say after our daily bread ? " " Dear mother, don't be angry : I only said, and plenty of butter on it." '