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'So thou dost not like Pastor Tappau's prayers?' she whispered. Lots was sorry to have been overheard; but she neither would nor could take back her words. 'I like them not so well as the prayers I used to hear at home.' 'Mother says thy home was with the ungodly. Nay, don't look at me so—it was not I that said it. I'm none so fond of praying myself, nor of Pastor Tappau, for that matter. But Faith cannot abide him, and I know why. Shall I tell thee, Cousin Lois?' 'No! Faith did not tell me; and she was the right person to give her own reasons.' 'Ask her where young Mr Nolan is gone to, and thou wilt hear. I have seen Faith cry by the hour together about Mr Nolan.' 'Hush, child! hush!' said Lois, for she heard Faith's approaching step, and feared lest she should overhear what they we