ImadeupmymindthatitwasofenoughimportancetocallforthebiggestprayerIcouldthinkofandthatIwouldgoupinthebarntothetopwindow，standonabeam，andturnmyfacetotheeast，whereJesususedtobe，andI’dwrestlewiththeLordforfreedom，asJacobwrestledwiththeAngelonthebanksoftheJabbokinthelandofAmmon。IwasjustgettingupsteamtoprayashardaseverIcould；fordaysI’dbeenthinkingofit，andI
wasnearlytothepointwhereonemorekilldeercryingacrosstheskywouldhavesentmeheadlongfromtheschoolhouseanywherethatmyfeetwereonearth，andtheairdidn’tsmelloffriedpotatoes，kraut，sweat，anddogs，likeitdidwheneveryousatbesideClarissaPolk。WhenIwenttosupperonenight；fatherhadbeentoGroveville，andhewasbusyoverhispapers。Afterhefinishedtheblessing，heseemedworried，atlasthesaidthefundswereallout，andthecountywouldmakenoappropriationsoschoolwouldhavetoclosenextweek。
Wellthatbeatsme！IhadfaithinthatprayerIwasgoingtomake，andheretheverythingIintendedtoaskforhappenedbeforeIprayed。IdecidedIwouldsavetheprayeruntilthenexttimeIcouldn’tstandanythinganotherminute，andthenI
wouldtryitwithallmymight，andseeifitreallydidanygood。AftersupperIwentoutthebackdoor，spreadmyarmswide，andrandowntheorchardtothefenceingreatbounds，thefastestIeverwentinmylife。Iclimbedmypulpitinthecornerandtriedtoseehowmuchairmylungswouldholdwithoutbursting，whileIwavedmyarmsandshoutedatthetopofmyvoice：“PraiseyetheLord！PraisedbeHisholyname！“
“Ker-awk！“criedanoldblueheronamongthecowslipsbelowme。