We prayed together.

We listened quietly while Mother read Bible and Book of

Mormon stories.

Father told us stories out of his memory.

I still remember one of those stories.

I found it recently while going through a book he had

published some years ago.

Listen to it:

"An older boy and his young companion were walking along a

road which led through a field.

They saw an old coat and a badly worn pair of men's shoes

by the roadside, and in the distance they saw the owner

working in the field.

The younger boy suggested that they hide the shoes, conceal

themselves, and watch the perplexity on the owner's face

when he returned.

The older boy ...

thought that would not be so good.

He said [this]

owner must be a very poor man [from the

looks of his clothes].

So, after talking the matter over, at his suggestion, they

concluded to try another experiment.

Instead of hiding the shoes, they would put a silver dollar

in each one and ... see what the owner did when he

discovered the money.

So [that's what they did].

Pretty soon the man returned from the field, put on his

coat, slipped one foot into a shoe, felt something hard,

took it out and found a silver dollar.

Wonder and surprise [shone]

upon his face.

He looked at the dollar again and again, turned around and

could see nobody, then proceeded to put on the other

shoe; when to his great surprise he

found another dollar.

His feelings overcame him. ...

He knelt down and offered aloud a prayer of

thanksgiving, in which he spoke of his wife being sick

and helpless and his children without bread. ...

He fervently thanked the Lord for this bounty from unknown

hands and evoked the [blessings]

of heaven upon those who had given him this needed help.

The boys remained [hidden]

until he had gone." They had been touched by his prayer and

felt something warm within their hearts.

As they left to walk down the road, one said to the other,

"Now really, don't you have a good feeling?"