“Have you found out?” Flossy asked in a little tremor of delight.  This was what she wanted, to know how to do it all.

The lady who had been pointed out as teacher answered her quickly, so far as her words could be said to be an answer: 

“Are you a Sabbath-school teacher?”

“No,” Flossy said, flushing and feeling like a naughty child whose curiosity had led her into mischief.  “No, I am not anything, but I want to be; I don’t know how to work at all in any way, but I want to learn.”

“Are you looking for work to do for the Master?” the same lady asked, with a sweet cheery voice and smile, not at all as if this were a subject which she must touch cautiously.

“Yes,” Flossy said, her cheeks all in a glow.  “She did not know how to work, she had but just found out that she wanted to; indeed she had but yesterday known anything of Him.”

Then this unusual company of ladies came with one consent and eager eyes and voices and took her hand, and said how glad they were to welcome her to the ranks.  They knew she would love the work, and the rewards were so sure and so precious.  All this was new and strange and delightful to Flossy.  Then they began each eagerly to tell about their work; they were all infant or primary class teachers, and all enthusiasts.  Who that has to do with the teaching of little children and attains to any measure of success but is largely gifted with this same element?  They had been talking over and preparing their lesson together, and they talked it over again before the bewildered Flossy, who had no idea that there was such a wonderful story in all the Bible as they were developing out of a few bare details.

“We had just reached the vital point of the entire lesson,” explained the leader, “the place where every true teacher needs most help; where, having arranged all her facts and got them in martial order in her brain, she wants to know the best way of making those facts of practical present service to the little children who will be before her, and at this point I think every teacher needs to go to the fountain head for help.  We were just going to pray; you would like, perhaps, to join us for just a few moments.”

“If she wouldn’t intrude,” Flossy said, timidly, in a tremor of satisfaction; and then for the first time in her life she bowed with a company of her own sex, and heard the simple earnest voice of prayer.  The words were startlingly direct and simple, and Flossy, who had been full of mysterious awe on this question, and who much doubted whether her timid whispers alone in her tent could have been called prayer, was reassured and comforted.

If this were prayer, it was simply talking in a sweet, natural voice, and in the most simple and natural language, with a dear and wise friend.  It was the most quiet and yet the most confident way of asking for just what one wanted, and nothing more.  It was what Flossy needed.