She knelt down upon the platform where they were standing and lifted her clasped hands to the sky. The dull, gray weight of clouds made it invisible; but it was no hour for disbelief, — no juncture this to question that there was a sky above, and an Almighty Father looking from it!
“O God!” — ejaculated poor, gaunt Hepzibah, — then paused a moment, to consider what her prayer should be, — ”O God, — our Father, — are we not thy children? Have mercy on us!”