morning, noon
I paused to see if I was comprehended . Polly was listening intently , with her eyes upon the floor . She looked up , after a moment , her countenance calmer than before , but bearing so hopeful an aspect that I was touched with wonder . `` I will pray for him morning , noon , and night , '' she said , `` and if , bodily , I can not be near him , my spirit shall be present with his many times each day . Oh , if I could but draw him back from the evil into which he has fallen ! '' `` A sister 's loving prayer , and the memory of his mother in heaven , will prove , I trust , Polly , too potent for all his enemies . Take courage ! ''