A Little Quaker Boy's Prayer Right Out in Meeting

A little Quaker hoy, about six years old, after sitting, like the rest of the congregation, in silence, all being afraid to speak first, as he thought, got up on the seat, and, folding his arms over his breast, murmured in a clear, sweet voice, just loud enough to be distinctly heard on the front seat, “I do wish the Lord would make us all gooder, and gooder, and gooder, till there is no bad left.”