"I say I cannot bear it. You have her pray, 'God bless my home.' It is too much." "But why not? On this wild, stormy night, when other little ones may be out in the dashing rain and moaning wind, is it not right to pray, 'God bless our home?'" "But how long will we have a home, Patty? Think of to-morrow oh, Heaven help me to-morrow Ruined, disgraced, going out from the home where I was born, and forced into exile. I cannot bear it. We shall never...