That was enough for poor little Tidy. Her heart stopped for a second, and huge tears ran down her cheeks, as she thought immediately of the one dear, cherished petition that she dared not voice, but which was the most important in her heart continually; and as the woman begged with the Lord to hear and answer the desires of every soul present, she held that desire before Him as a cup to be filled, and the Lord truly filled it up to the edge. A peaceful, restful feeling replaced the burning, eager worry she had inside, and from that moment she was sure that she would have her wish, and some day be able to read. Nothing had ever cheered her so much as the serious words and prayers of this Christian woman. She was extremely thankful that she had been brought to the prayer-meeting at Massa Bertram's that night.