"That's a good stop," said Akela. "If we started on St. Francis's next adventure, we could not finish it before you all fell asleep. So we will keep it for to-morrow night. To-morrow you will hear how the boy Francis turns into the man St. Francis, and what a wonderful life of service and suffering for God he begins to have, and how he ends in becoming a great Saint, and one of the greatest leaders of men." THE SIXTH DAY The splashing sound of Cubs making good use of soap and water; snatches of cheerful song; the lamentation of someone who had lost the "relation" of his left sand-shoe; the sound of a Sixer trying to make a sleepy-head turn out--all these sounds filled the sunny morning. Presently there fell on the ears of Akela (who was still in her "den") the sound of an argument. "I say it's _dirt_," cried one; "he's a dirty-neck, who doesn't know how to wash himself. . . ." "'Taint!" squealed a small Cub; "it's the sun what's made my neck _brown_." "Garn! it's not using soap what's made your neck that colour, dirty little. . . ." _Splosh!_ Somebody got a wet flannel in the eye that time. "Now, then, what's up?" cries a Sixer, coming up to the group. Quite a little crowd collects. "He says my neck's _dirty_," wails the small Cub, "and really it's the sun. . . ." Someone has a bright idea: "Let's ask Miss." So Akela comes out, and scrubs the neck in question with soap and flannel. It turns out to be nearly all sunburn, with just a _little_ dirt. The sun is shining, and the sky is full of "flocks of sheep"--those tiny, steady white clouds that stretch in close rows across the sky in fine weather. The dew on the grass is nearly dry already when the Cubs get to the field. "Prayers!" calls Akela, and the Cubs come up quietly and form a kneeling circle. I haven't told you what the morning prayers of the Cubs were, so I will tell you now. A PRAYER THAT WE MAY PRAY WELL (_see page 6_). OUR FATHER. _V._ Incline unto mine aid, O God. _R._ O Lord, make haste to help me. Glory be to the Father, etc. HYMN. The star of morn to night succeeds, We therefore meekly pray: May God in all our words and deeds Keep us from harm this day. May He in love restrain us still From tones of strife and words of ill; And may earth's beauties that we see Remind us always, Lord, of Thee. _Amen._ CONFESSION. I confess to Almighty God that I have sinned against Him in thought, word, and deed. (_Pause a moment and think of your sins._) May Almighty God have mercy upon us, and forgive us our sins, and bring us to life everlasting. _Let us pray_ A PRAYER THAT THIS DAY MAY BE PLEASING TO GOD.