“Yes, I shall always have you to make my fortune.” “That is splendid, and I am so glad. But here’s my letter in the _Open Window_: do let me read it to you.” Pet laughed, and listened. She believed Nettie liked the Shut-In Society as well as having a new little house and a husband. Nettie would have told her she liked it better. While Pet slept her happy, healthful sleep that night, after her somewhat hurried two minutes of kneeling to pray, Nettie lay peacefully awake remembering the “requests for prayer” in her _Open Window_. “Our prayers are earnestly asked for an aged man, who has lost the home of his childhood, that he may feel that God does it for the best and may love God. Also a lady whose life is very sad, that she may look up to God and rejoice in him. “Pray for one who fears blindness, that if possible it may be averted, but if it must be, in the midst of darkness there may be the light of God’s countenance. “Let us remember the sorrowing hearts from whom sisters or parents or children have been taken by death. “One long a sufferer from disease, asks us to pray that if it be God’s will she may be healed. “One who feels that answers to our prayers have been granted, asks that we still pray that the use of his limbs may be restored and that a beloved mother may long be spared to him.” “One of our number writes, ‘Pray that father and the children may be saved and that mother and I love God better.’ It is hard sometimes for Christians so to live that unconverted members of the family be drawn by their lives toward Christ. This mother and daughter truly need our prayers. “One of our band is trying to build up a church in a lonely spot. She asks us to pray God’s help for her.” Nettie’s outing went out farther than anyone knew. She could tell about her gifts and her letters, but never about her intercession. “I wonder,” she planned, “if I couldn’t have a little Fair; all the girls would do something; I have so little money to give. I couldn’t go—unless I have it in my room.” She wanted to wake Pet to talk about it, but that would be selfish, and then—Pet might be cross. She fell asleep beside the strong young girl who lent her life from her own vitality; the full, breathing lips, the warm cheeks, the head with its masses of auburn hair, the touch of the hand upon her own were all life giving. Nettie loved girls; the girls who were what she might have been. Awaking out of restless sleep, she remembered the Midnight Circle to pray for the sleepless, and prayed: “Father, give them all sleep, if thou wilt; but, if thy will be not so, give them all _something better than sleep_.” XXXIV. “SENSATIONS.” “Being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God.” This same March night in the snow-storm the Bensalem preacher sat alone in his study among his books, with his thoughts among his people whom he loved.