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The odd one
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Le Feuvre, Amy
Lathbury, Mary A ( Mary Artemisia ), 1841-1913 ( Illustrator )
Fleming H. Revell Company ( Publisher )
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Caxton Press (New York) ( Printer )
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Girls -- Juvenile fiction -- England ( lcsh )
Suffering -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Curiosity -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Imagination -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Courage -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Dogs -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Rabies -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Children and death -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
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Family stories -- 1897 ( local )
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An inquisitive and imaginative young girl called Betty tries to understand the meaning of the word "tribulation."
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Every page of text has a drawing in the margin.
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by the author of "Probable sons," "Eric's good news," "Teddy's button," "Dwell deep," etc ; illustrated by Mary A. Lathbury.

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By the Author of

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“These are they which came out of great
tribulation, and have washed their robes, and
made them white in the blood of the Lamb.”



Illustrated by
Mary A. Lathbury

New York Chicago Toronto
Fleming H. Revell Company

M DCCC XCVII



1897, by
FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY

Copyright,





THE NEW YORK TYPE-SETTING COMPANY

THE CAXTON PRESS






CONTENTS

CHAPTER I

CaGED Birps . cs : 2 . : 7 . .
CHAPTER II
‘* MoTHER NATURE” . . 7 . : a .

CHAPTER III

WAS IT AN ANGEL? . a . . . ° 7 i

CHAPTER IV

ADVENTURES . . . . . ° . : . - 32
CHAPTER V

PRINCE . 3 ° . ° . . . : - 43
CHAPTER VI

MADE INTO A COUPLE . ‘ . . . . - 53

CHAPTER VII

HAYMAKING . % 5 . . . . 5 5 - 63

CHAPTER VIII

Gov’s PATCHWORK , ° ° . ° ° ° . . JI



Contents

CHAPTER Ix

PAGE

Betry’s DISCOVERY . ; : : ‘ : . . . 79
CHAPTER X

A LITTLE MESSENGER. . . é 7 . . . 89

CHAPTER xI
A Darinc FEAT : . ; : . : : . OF

CHAPTER XII

UncLe Harry’s FRIEND . . . : . . 7 . 107

CHAPTER XIIL

“ WuHeNn We Two Met!” : . . . : . . IIS

CHAPTER XIV

A HeEro’s DEATH . 7 . : . . ‘ : » 125

CHAPTER XV

COMFORTED : . . : . . - : - 134





CAGED BIRDS

Ir was just four o’clock on a dull-gray winter afternoon.
The little Stuarts’ nursery looked the picture of coziness and
comfort, with the blazing fire that threw flickering lights over
the bright-colored pictures on the walls, the warm carpet
under foot, and the fair, fresh faces of the children gathered
there.

Five of them there were, and they were alone, for the old
nurse, who had brought them all up from their infancy, was
at present absent from the room.

By one of the large square windows stood one of the little
girls; she was gazing steadily out into the fast darkening
street below, her chin resting on one of the bars that were
fastened across the lower part of the window. How the
children disliked those bars! Marks of little teeth were
plainly discernible along them, and no prisoners could have
tried more perseveringly to shake them from their sockets
than they did. Betty, who stood there now, had received
great applause one afternoon when, after sundry twists and
turns, she had successfully thrust her little dark curly head
through and was able to have a delightfully clear view of all
the passers-by.

But the sequel was not so pleasant, for somehow or other

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Betty’s head would not come in so easily as it went out, and
when nurse came to the rescue with an angry hand, the poor
little head was very much bruised in consequence, and Betty’s
reward for such dexterity was an aching head and dry bread
for tea. She was a slight, slim little figure with big blue
eyes and long, black, curved lashes and eyebrows which
made her eyes the most beautiful feature in her face. Very
soft, fine, curly hair surrounded a rather pathetic-looking little
face; but her movements were like quicksilver, and though
all the little Stuarts were noted for their mischievous ways
and daring escapades, Betty eclipsed them all.

She turned from the window soon with a sigh of relief.

“He’s coming,” she said; “old Bags is coming, and it’s
my turn to-day.”

‘There was no response. Bobby and Billy, the twins, little
lads only just promoted from petticoats to knickerbockers,
were deeply engrossed in one corner of the room over their
bricks. Perched on the top of a low chest of drawers were
Douglas and Molly, and their heads were in that close prox-
imity that told that secret business was going on.

Betty’s heart sank a little.

“Old Bags is coming,” she repeated ; “don’t you hear his
bell?”

“We're busy,” said Douglas, looking up; “ we won’t have
Bags’s story to-day.”

“You promised yesterday when you put it off that you
would hear it to-day. It isn’t fair. I always listen to you.”

“Tell it to the babies; they'll like to hear.”

This was adding insult to injury; and when the twins
trotted up to the window, Betty turned a defiant back upon
them, tears of disappointment dimming the blue eyes.

“She’s cwying,” announced Bobby, twisting his head
round to look up into her face,

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Caged Birds

Betty turned round furiously ; a sharp push sent Bobby to
the ground, and in falling he struck his head against one of
the feet of the nursery table. There was a howl, general
confusion, and nurse appeared to discover and chastise the
offender. Betty was led off in disgrace to a little room on
the nursery landing, known by the children as “ Cells.” Their
uncle, a young captain in the Guards, had given it that name,
but in reality it was nurse’s store-room, and was heated with
hot pipes to air the linen kept there. It was a small, square
room containing a table and one chair; the window was high
above the children’s reach, and locked cupboards were on
every side. Nurse invariably used it for punishing small
offenses, and, being a woman of stern principles, she generally
set the little culprit a text to learn while there. A Bible was
on the table, and Betty was led up to it.

“You will stay here till tea-time, and will not come out #/jj;

until you have learned a text and said you are sorry for}!
knocking down your little brother in a fit of wicked temper.
This is the fourth time I have had to bring you here this
week, and it is now only Tuesday. I have more trouble
with you than all the others put together, and you ought to
be ashamed of yourself.”

Betty was sobbing bitterly, and when nurse left the room
and turned the key behind her, the child flung herself down
on the floor.

“Tt’s a shame! It’s all Douglas and Molly; they make
promises and don’t keep them. And it was ever so much
nicer a story than Molly’s; I know they’d have liked it if
they’d heard it. They never think I can do anything!”

To explain the cause of Betty’s grievance, I must tell you
that it was a custom of the little Stuarts to await the muffin-
man’s approach on his rounds, and as his bell would sound

they would take turns each day to relate to the others an
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account of the different houses he had gone to, and who
had been the fortunate individuals to receive the muffins that
had already disappeared from his tray. It was an idle hour
in the nursery from four to five, and if the gathering dusk
kept the active eyes still the fertile brains were brought into
requisition. Telling stories was a constant delight, and the
wonderful adventures that befell the muffins on their daily
rounds kept the little gathering quiet and happy till tea
appeared.

Betty’s stories were not inferior to her elders’, and it was
her childish sense of justice and consideration that was out-
raged. But tears will come to an end, and soon the little
maiden was perched up at the table to learn the task before
her. She turned over the pages till she reached Revelation,
that.mysterious and mystical book that so fascinates and
contents a child’s soul, though the wisest on earth read it
with perplexity and awe. And after a moment or two Betty
had found a text to learn; and when nurse appeared later
on she repeated unfalteringly, with shining eyes and with a
note of triumph in her tone, “‘‘And I said unto him, Sir,
thou knowest. And he said to me, these are they which
came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes,
and made them white in the blood of the Lamb’” (Rev.
vil. 14).

“That’s a good child; are you sorry?”

“Yes,” was the reply, rather absently given; for Betty’s
mind was on the white-robed throng, and how could she let
nurse know all the workings of her busy brain over the verse
she had been taking into her heart and soul?

“And remember,” said nurse, gravely, “that no naughty
children who quarrel and fight will ever be in heaven.”

“Not even if they’ve been through great tribulation?”
quickly demanded Betty.

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But nurse did not hear, and Betty was received into the
well-lighted nursery with acclamation from the others, al-
ready seated at the round table for tea.

‘““We’ve made a new game, Molly and I,” announced
Douglas.

He was a fair, curly-headed boy with an innocent baby
face, and a talent for inventing the most mischievous plans
that could ever be concocted, with a will that made all the
others bow before him. Molly was also fair, with long golden
hair that reached to her waist; extreme self-possession and
absence of all shyness were perhaps her chief characteristics.
“T am the eldest of the family,” she was fond of asserting,
and she certainly claimed the eldest’s privileges. Yet her
temper was sweet and obliging, and she could easily be
swayed and led by those around her.

“Ts it one for outdoors or indoors?” asked Betty, with
interest.

“Indoors, of course; we’ll tell you after tea.”

“Your mother wants you in the parlor after tea,” put in
nurse; “you and Miss Molly are to go down.”

Molly looked pleased, not so Douglas. At last, putting
down his piece of bread and butter, he looked up into nurse’s
face with one of his sweetest looks.

“Why are grown-up people so very dull, nurse? They
all are just the same, except Uncle Harry. They are dread-
fully heavy and dull.”

“They have so little to amuse them,” Molly said reflec-
tively; “no games or toys. They never make believe, or
pretend the lovely things we do.”

“And their legs get stiff, and their dresses trip them up
if they try to run.”

“But they never get punished, and they’re never scolded,
and they’re never wicked.”

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‘This from Betty.

“It’s their talk that is so stupid,’ went on Douglas; “ they
look nice until they begin to talk; they make me dreadfully
sleepy to listen to them.”

“Shall I go down instead of you to-night?” asked Betty,
eagerly.

“Don’t chatter such nonsense. It’s strange times when
children begin to pick their elders to pieces. You weren’t
asked for, Miss Betty; and Master Douglas is to go down
and behave himself.”

“The three B’s aren’t big enough yet to leave the nursery.”

Douglas said this with a sparkle of mischief in his eye. It
was a sore point with Betty to be ranked with the twins, for
she was only a year behind Douglas. Long ago he had
seized hold of a laughing joke of his father’s alluding to the
names by which the three youngest children were called, and
had twitted her with it ever since.

“B for baby—Baby Betty, Baby Bobby, and Baby Billy ;
babies must go to bed,” he explained.

Betty gave an angry kick under the table, but did not
speak.

She was very silent for the rest of that evening; but when
she and Molly were safely in bed, and the room was very
quiet, she asked:

“Molly, do you know what ‘tribulation’ means?”

“T’m not sure that I do,” was the hesitating reply.
“T think it’s something dreadful. Why do you want to
know?”

“Ts it like the dark valley Christian went through in ‘The
Pilgrim’s Progress,’ or the goblin’s cave we make up about? ”

“T expect it is something like. Why?”

“It’s on the way to heaven,” whispered Betty, in an awe-
struck tone; “the Bible says so,”

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There was silence, then Molly said:

“There’s a book in father’s library will tell you about it.
It tells the meaning of every word; father said so. A dick-
something it is.”

“T’ll ask Mr. Roper to get it for me.”

And Betty turned over on her pillow, comforted by this
thought, and fell fast asleep.

Mr. Stuart was a member of Parliament, and, being a man
who threw his whole soul into everything he did, was too
much engrossed with business when in town to have much
to do with his children. He spent-a great part of his day
in the library with his secretary, a quiet young fellow who
was looked upon by the children as an embodiment of wisdom
and learning. Mrs. Stuart saw as little of her children as her
husband ; her time was fully occupied in attending committee
meetings, opening bazaars, and superintending numerous pet
projects for ennobling and raising the standard of social
morality among the masses. She was not an indifferent
mother; she was only an active, busy woman, who, after
carefully selecting a thoroughly good and trustworthy woman
as her nurse, left the children’s training with perfect confi-
dence to her. And between her social and charitable claims
there was not much time for having her little ones about her.

A young governess came every day for two hours to teach

the three eldest ones, but their life was essentially a nursery

one. And when the House was closed, and the husband and

wife would go off to the Continent or to the Highlands, the

children would be sent to a quiet seaside town with their 4
nurse and the nursery-maid.

The following afternoon a little figure stole quietly down to
thelibrary door. Betty knew her father was out, and Mr. Roper
never repulsed any of the children. After a timid knock she
passed in, and made a little picture as she stood in the fire-





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light in her brown velveteen frock and large, white-frilled
pinafore.

“Well,” said Mr. Roper, wheeling round from his HDS:
desk, “what do you want, Betty?”

“‘T want one of father’s books,” the child said Be
“one that Dick Somebody wrote—a book that tells the
meaning of everything.”

“T wish there were such a one in existence,” said the
young man, smiling a little sadly. “‘ Now what is in your
little head, I wonder? ”

“Tt’s a word I want to find, please.”

“Oh, a word! Bless the child, she means a dictionary!”
And Mr. Roper laughed as he drew a fat volume out of a
shelf and placed it on a table by the little girl.

“May I help you to find it?”

“Tt’s ‘tribulation.’ I don’t know how it’s spelled.”

He did not ask questions; that was one thing that at-
tracted Betty toward him. She was a curious mixture of
frankness and reserve; she would confide freely of her own
free will, but if pressed by questions would relapse at once
into silence. He found the word for her, and she read with
difficulty, “‘ Trouble, distress, great affliction.’”

“Do they all mean tribulation? ” she asked.

“Tribulation means all of them,” was the answer.

“ And can children have tribulation, Mr. Roper?”

“What do you think?”

“JT must have it if I’m to get to heaven,” she said emphati-
cally. And then she left him, and the young man repeated
her words to himself with a sigh and a smile as he replaced
the book in its resting-place.

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“MOTHER NATURE”

A FEW evenings after this, as nurse was undressing the
little girls for bed, Mrs. Stuart came into the nursery. She
was going out to dinner, and looked very beautiful in her
soft satin dress and pearls. She was tall and stately, with
the same golden hair as Molly, but her face was somewhat
cold in expression.

Sitting down in an easy-chair by the fire, she asked:

“What is the matter with Betty? Is she in disgrace
again?”

Betty was standing in her long night-dress at the foot of
her small bed; her hands were clenched, and there was a
resolute, determined look upon her flushed face.

“One of her obstinate fits,” said nurse, angrily; “she
generally goes to bed before Miss Molly, and because I have
let her stay up a little later to-night she is as contrary as she
can be. I can do nothing with her; a good whipping is
what she wants! ”

Betty’s blue eyes wandered from nurse’s face to her
mother’s, as if seeking consolation there; her hands relaxed,
and a slight quiver came to the little lips.

“Are you going to a party, mother? May I come and
kiss you? ”

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It was Molly who spoke. She was in the act of scram-
bling into bed, but upon receiving permission she made her
way a little shyly across to where her mother was seated.

“Now keep your hands off my dress,” Mrs. Stuart said
with a smile; but she put her arm round the little figure and
kissed her, and sent her back to bed perfectly happy. All
the children adored their mother, though it was adoration at
a distance.

“Now come here, Betty. What have you been doing?
How is it that I never visit the nursery without hearing com-
plaints of your naughtiness? ”

“I’m going to be good now,” said Betty, hanging her head
and coming slowly forward into the firelight.

“She has refused to say her prayers,” said nurse, sternly.

“T will say them now.” And Betty raised her eyes to her
mother somewhat wistfully.

“Why did you refuse to say them when nurse told you to? ”

“Because Molly was saying her prayers.”

“ Well, what had that to do with it?”

Betty did not answer.

“ Answer me.”

The child looked round. Nurse had left the room. She
worked her little foot backward and forward in the long-
haired rug rather nervously, and then, almost in a whisper,
said :

“God couldn’t listen to both of us, and I wanted Him to
listen to me.”

Mrs. Stuart gazed perplexedly at her little daughter, then
laughed.

“You are a little goose! Go and say your prayers at
once, and get into bed. I have come here to talk to nurse.”

Betty crept away. . Her mother’s amused laugh had hurt
her more than nurse’s scoldings. It was hard to have one’s.
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secret feelings brought to light and scoffed at, and her sen-
sitive little soul felt this, though in a dim, uncertain way.

“T want to have God all to myself,” was her thought as,
a few minutes later, she laid her little head down on the
pillow. “TI wonder if I’m very wicked? I won't say my
prayers if He is not listening.”

“ Now, nurse,” said Mrs. Stuart, as that worthy reappeared,
“I want to talk to you. Mr. Stuart and I are going abroad
after Easter; he is not well, and the doctors have ordered
him away. I want to send you and the children into the
country for the summer. I don’t fancy their being at the
seaside all that time. You were telling me some time ago of
your old home. Isn’t it a brother of yours who has the farm?
Yes? Well, do you think they have room to take you all
in?”

Nurse’s face glowed with pleasure.

“He has no chick or child, ma’am, and the house is large
and roomy ; his wife was saying ina letter to me they should
like lodgers in the summer. I’m sure it would please them
to take us in, and the country round there is wonderfully
healthy.”

“T think that would answer very well,” Mrs. Stuart went
on thoughtfully. “We may be away six months; and the
children are looking pale—a country life will do them all the
good in the world. Let them run wild, nurse; they will come
back to their lessons all the better for it. Miss Grant told
me this morning she would have to give up teaching —her
mother is very ill; so, all things combined, I think this plan
will work well. Will you write to your brother and find out
if he can take you in the last week in April? Let me know
when you have heard from him.”

Mrs. Stuart rose as she spoke, —her visits were never long,
—and nurse left the room with her.

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“Betty,” said Molly, in an eager tone, “did you hear?
We're going into the country.”

“T heard; and no lessons, and we're to run wild; how
lovely! ” Betty’s curly head bobbed up and down in excite-
ment, then she said persuasively, “ Molly, let you and me
keep it a secret together; we won't tell Douglas or the
twins.”

This required consideration. Molly sat up in bed and
looked thoughtful.

“TI never do have a secret with you,” pleaded Betty.
“You and Douglas have lots. I never have any one to
have secrets with.”

“Well, I'll see,” and there was a little of the elder sister
in Molly’s tone. “TJ’ll tell you to-morrow morning. Oh, it
will be jolly in the country, won’t it? And nurse’s home,
that she tells us about, is like our story-books: it’s full of
calves, and lambs, and horses, and ducks, and chickens, and
haymaking, and pigs! ”

“And ponds and apple-orchards ; and we shall have cream
and honey and strawberries every day! ” continued Betty.

The little girls’ voices were raised in their excitement, and
they did not notice a door at the end of the room slowly
open.

“What arow! Are you telling stories? ”

It was Douglas, who slept in a little room off the nursery,
and who had been roused by the sound of talking.

“Hush! nurse will hear. Come and sit on my bed,” said
Molly, “and then you will hear all about it.”

“OQ Molly, it was to be our secret! ”

“Douglas won't tell. Besides, nurse is sure to tell us;
she knew we were awake and listening.”

Betty gave a little sigh, then joined eagerly in giving her
brother the delightful information.

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He listened, rumpling up his fair curls and blinking his
blue eyes, which were already heavy with sleep.

“ Faster is years off,” he said at last. “ Why, we are still
in winter. I dare say we sha’n’t go, after all.”

“We are in February now,” said Molly, looking a little
disappointed at the calm way he received such rapturous
news.

“Tf I go,” Douglas went on meditatively, “I shall ask
father to let me have a gun, and I shall shoot rabbits and
birds every day.”

“Then you'd be a wicked, cruel boy,” pronounced Betty,
indignantly. “I shall catch all the rabbits I can see and
tame them.”

“Then I shall let them loose again,” retorted Douglas;
and taking up Molly’s pillow, he flung it with all his strength
at Betty, who instantly returned it, and a pillow fight com-
menced. Molly joined delightedly in the fray; but alas! in
the height of the excitement, Betty backed into a can of
water put ready for their morning bath. Over she went,
head first, on the floor, and the whole contents of the can
flooded her and the carpet together. Douglas precipitately
fled into his little room, and Molly into her bed, so that
when nurse came hastily in Betty again was discovered as
chief offender. While she was being hustled into a dry night-
dress nurse relieved her vexed feelings by giving her a good
scolding, and Betty eventually crept into bed, wondering if
she was really the “‘ wickedest, mischievousest child on earth,”
or if grown-up people sometimes made mistakes.

For the next few days nothing was talked of but the pro-
posed country visit ; but as weeks went on, and spring seemed
still as far away, the children’s excitement subsided, and the
ordinary routine of lessons, walks, and play engrossed their
whole attention.

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The Odd One

But Easter came at last, and then packing up began. Miss
Grant took her departure, and poor Sophy, the nursery-maid,
had her hands full enough, for nurse’s command was to keep
the children quiet and not let them come near her when
packing.

Mr. Roper was leaving the library one afternoon about
four o’clock, when he saw the disconsolate little figure of
Betty seated on the stairs.

“ Anything the matter?” he asked good-naturedly.

“We're going away to-morrow,” was the reply, “and it is
all topsy-turvy upstairs. Douglas and Molly have been lions
for hours, and Bobby and Billy two monkeys, and I’ve been
the man. . I’m tired of being him, and they won’t let me
change. I’ve broken a jug and basin, and nearly pulled a
cupboard over, and spilled a bottle of cod-liver oil all over
Billy’s hair, and upset nurse’s work-basket, and then I ran
away and hid and came down here. You don’t know how
tiring it is to be hunted by four animals all at once.”

Mr. Roper sat down on the stairs by her and laughed
heartily. “Poor little hunter! ” he said; “and how does
nurse bear all this raging storm around her?”

“Oh, nurse is with mother in the night-nursery. Sophy is
running after all of us; I don’t know who she pretends to be,
but when I left her she was sitting on the floor wiping Billy’s
hair and crying.”

Betty’s tone and face were grave, and Mr. Roper stopped
laughing. ‘Have you been thinking over tribulation any
more?” he asked.

Betty nodded.

‘A lot,” she said emphatically, then shut up her little lips
tightly, and Mr. Roper knew he was to be told no more.

“Are you going into the country, Mr. Roper?” he was
asked presently.

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“No, indeed. I am not rich enough to have such a holi-
day as is in prospect for you. I wonder what you will do
with yourselves all the time? You must come back much
the better and wiser, Betty, for it.”

“Why?”

“You will be six months older, and old Mother Nature is
the best governess for little ones like you. She will teach
you many a lesson if you keep your eyes and ears open.”

Betty’s eyes were very wide open now.

“ Does she live at the farm? I never heard nurse speak
of her. We don’t want another governess there. How do
you know her?”

“T knew her when I was a little boy, and loved her. I
love her now, but my work is in London, and I never get
much chance of seeing her.”

“She must be very old,” Betty said meditatively.

“Very old; and yet every year she seems younger and
more beautiful. You will see her at her best, Betty. I shall
expect you to come home and tell me all about her.”

“Shall I give her your love and a kiss when I see her?”

“Yes,” said the young man, smiling down upon the earnest
child beside him.

A rush of feet behind them, and Molly and Douglas came
tearing downstairs.

“Here she is! Where have you been? Bobby has cut
his head open, and Sophy has rushed to nurse, and nurse is
scolding away, so we came off. Mr. Roper, do you know
we're going away to-morrow? ”

“ And will you come and see us one day, Mr. Roper?”

“Mr. Roper, does every farmer in the country go about
in his night-shirt? Douglas says they do, and we have pic-
tures of them.”

“ And are there stags and wild boar to hunt? Do tell us.”

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Mr. Roper made short work of these questions and de-
parted. He was a reserved, reticent man, and did not un-
derstand the boisterous spirits of the little Stuarts. Betty
was his favorite; he was always ready for a chat with her,
but the others worried him.

Nurse was very thankful when she got herself and her
little charges all comfortably settled in the railway train for
Brook Farm the next day. Sophy was not going with them,
but the longing to be in the old home again quite compen-
sated nurse for the additional labor and responsibility she
would have.

The children had parted from their parents with great
composure. -Mrs. Stuart had reiterated parting injunctions
to nurse, and their father had presented all five with a bright
coin each, which gift greatly added to their delight at going.

“Not much affection in children’s hearts,” said Mr. Stuart
to his wife, as he watched the beaming faces gathered round
the cab window to wave “ good-by.”

“They will get through life the better for absence of sen-
timent and demonstrativeness,” replied Mrs. Stuart ; and per-
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Ir was a lovely afternoon in May, a week after the chil- ;
dren’s arrival at Brook Farm. They were together in the
orchard, which was a mass of pink and white bloom. Bobby
and Billy were having a see-saw on a low apple-branch,
Douglas was perched on a higher bough of a cherry-tree, and
the little girls were lying on the ground. Tongues were busy,

“We've seen everything round the house,” Douglas was
asserting in rather a dictatorial tone; “and now we must be
busy having adventures—people always do in the country.”

“What kind?” asked Molly, meekly.

“They get tossed by bulls, or lost in the woods, or drowned
in ponds,” Douglas went on thoughtfully.

“Tm not going to do any of those.” And Betty’s tone
was very determined.

“What are you going to do, then?”

“T shall be busy all by myself. I’m going out to look for

“Who?” asked Molly, curiously.

“Some one Mr. Roper told me about. He sent his love
to her and a kiss. It’s a secret between me and Mr. Roper;
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And Betty rolled over in the grass with a delighted chuckle
at the puzzled faces round her.

“Tt’s only one of her make-ups,” Douglas said, recovering

his composure; “let me tell you of my plans. Do you see
those thick trees at the top of that hill? That’s a real wood.
Now, if nurse sends us out to-morrow afternoon while she
takes a nap, I’m going there, and you girls must come after
me.”

“And us too,” put in Bobby, listening attentively.

“Tf you can walk so far, and don’t go telling nurse about
it.

“How far is it? Six miles?” asked Molly, who would
have been willing to walk ten had her brother so ordained.

“Tt is only through three fields, Sam told me.”

Sam was one of the carters, who had already become one
of Douglas’s greatest friends.

“ He be the pluckiest, knowingest little chap that ever Oi
see wi’ such a baby face! ” was the carter’s opinion of him.

“Tf it’s a very nice wood perhaps I’ll come,” said Betty.

“You must save something from dinner to take with us,
for we will have a feast when we get there.”

This sounded delightful, and all spent the rest of the day
in busy confabulation as to how they could get there without
being stopped by any one, and what provisions they must
take.

But alas! when the next day came nurse announced her
intention of taking Douglas and Molly with her to tea with
a friend, a little distance off, and so the visit to the wood
was postponed.

Betty pleaded to be allowed to go with them, but nurse
refused.

“T can’t have more than two, and I’m taking them more
to keep them out of mischief than anything. Mrs. Giles is
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Was it an Angel?

going to look after the little ones, so you must amuse your-
self.”

Betty felt rather disconsolate after they had gone. She
wandered into the farm kitchen, where Mrs. Giles, a good-
natured, smiling woman, was busy making bread. The twins
were in a corner playing with some kittens. Betty stood at
the table watching. At last she looked up a little shyly and
said:

“Mrs. Giles, do you know a very nice governess that lives
here?”

‘“A guviness, bless your little heart! There’s Miss Tyler
in the village two mile off, but I don’t think much of her;
she’s too giddy and smart, and the way she carries on with
Dan Somers is the talk of the place! Are you after having
lessons, then?”

“Oh, no, no, no!” cried Betty, eagerly; “that’s why I
don’t talk about it to any one; but I should like to see her,
for I have a message to give her. I don’t think it can be
Miss Tyler; Mother Nestor—I forget the name, but some-
thing like Nestor or Nasher, Mr. Roper called her. She’s
old and young together, and very pretty.”

Mrs. Giles laughed. “Old and young together! I know
of naught like that; when we gets old, youth don’t stick to
us. Do you think I answer to that description, Miss Betty?”

“T should say you were very old,” observed Betty, reflec-
tively; “not a bit young; but I think your red cheeks are
very pretty.”

Mrs. Giles laughed again, and Betty left the kitchen, say-
ing, “I'll go out of doors and look for her; perhaps she’ll
be coming along the road.”

Into the bright sunshine she went, across a clover-field,
and out at a gate into the white, dusty road. She trotted
along, picking flowers by the wayside, and peeping over

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sporting on the green grass. Everything was new and
delightful to her; the birds singing, the budding trees, the
bright blue sky and sweet fresh air, all were filling her little
heart with content and happiness. Wandering on, she kept
no reckoning of time or distance, until she came to a church
in the midst of green elms, and rooks keeping up a perpetual
chatteration on the topmost branches of the trees.

Betty was a little afraid of rooks; they were so big and
strong and black that she feared they would peck her legs;
but she was very tired and warm, and as the church gate was
open she thought she would venture into the cool shade of
the elms inside. Her little steps took her to the church
porch, and finding the door partly open, with a child’s curi-
osity she pushed her way in, there to stand with admiring
awe in the cool, quiet atmosphere. It was a pretty old
church with stained-glass windows, and the sun streaming
through sent flashing rays of red and blue, golden and purple,
across the old stone walls and oaken seats.

Betty felt she was in another world at once, and the very
novelty and strangeness of her surroundings had a great
charm for her. Slowly she made her way round the church,
looking at every tablet and monument, and trying in vain to
decipher the writing upon them. But one among them
brought her to a standstill: it was the figure of a little girl,
sculptured in white marble, lying in a recumbent position ;

‘ her hands were crossed on her breast, with a lily placed be-

tween them; her eyes were closed, and her hair curled over
her brow and round her shoulders in the most natural way.
Just above her was a stained-glass window—a beautiful rep-
resentation of the Saviour taking the children in His arms
and blessing them. Below the window was written in plain
black letters :



Was it an Angel?

IN LOVING MEMORY OF VIOLET RUSSELL
Aged six years

“Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them
not”

Betty drew a deep breath; her thoughts were busy. She
wished herself that little girl, lying so calm and beautiful,
with the red and golden rays slanting across her; and then,
looking up at the window, she wished still more that she was
one of those happy children in the Lord’s arms.

Looking up with tearful eyes, she clasped her hands and.
let her buttercups and bluebells fall to the ground unheeded.

“O God, I will be good! I will be good!”

Those were all the words uttered, but He who heard them
looked down into the overflowing heart and knew all that
lay behind them.

Long the child stood there, and then with flagging foot-
steps made her way down the aisle.

“Tm very tired,” she murmured to herself; ‘I'll just sit
down inside that pew.”

And a moment after, curling herself up on the cushions,
Betty went fast asleep.

She was dreaming soon of a wonderful white-robed throng.
She saw the little girl walk up with her white, still face to a
golden throne; she tried to follow, but could not manage to
walk, and then the most wonderful music began to sound;
louder and clearer it came, until with a start she opened her
eyes and discovered where she was. Was it all a dream?
The music was still sounding in her ears, and, sitting up, she
peered over the edge of the high pew. There, seated at the

organ, was a lady, and she was pouring forth such a flood of
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melody and song that it did indeed seem to the half-wakened
child music straight from heaven.

Betty listened breathlessly to the words—words that she
knew now so well and that were ever in her thoughts: “These
are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed
their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.”

It was a beautiful anthem, and a beautiful voice that was
singing. Betty had never heard such singing before. She
gazed with open mouth and eyes. The lady was rather a
young one, she noticed ; and when her voice rose in triumph,
and the organ pealed out in accompaniment, Betty saw that
her uplifted eyes, shining as they were with such a glad light
behind them, were full of tears.

“It’s an angel,” she whispered to herself. And when at
last the notes died away and there was stillness in the church
—when she saw the lady’s face bowed in her hands as if in
prayer—Betty stole softly out of the building and retraced
her steps along the road, sobbing as she went. It had been
too much for her excitable little brain; she always had been
passionately fond of music, but was more accustomed to the
street-organs in the City than to any other sort, and this was
as great a contrast to those as heaven is to earth.

It was a long way back, but Betty did not feel it. Had
God sent an angel to sing to her? Was there a chance of
her ever being among that white-robed throng? If she could
only go through tribulation! Had the little girl lying so
white and still gone through it? These and other similar
puzzling thoughts came crowding through her brain.

She was very quiet when she reached the farm. They
were just sitting down to tea when she came in, and Mrs.
Giles looked relieved when she saw her.

“We was wonderin’ where you had got to,” she said.
“ Ain’t you tired? You look quite beat.”

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“T’ve had a lovely afternoon,” was the child’s answer, and
the blue eyes shone up at her questioner; but not a word
more could be got from her, though the little boys did their,
best to extract more information.

The next day was a wet one, but the little Stuarts were
never at a loss for occupation, and when they were packed
off into a large empty garret for the whole afternoon their
delight was unbounded.

At last, tired out, their spirits began to flag, and after
having exhausted all their stock of games they flung them-
selves down on the ground to rest.

“T’'ll tell you a story,” said Betty, suddenly.

“All right, go on.”

Betty sat up in a corner and rested her back against the
wall. She clasped her small hands in front of her, and,
gazing dreamily up at an old beam across the room, on which
hung many a cobweb, she began:

“Tt was a beautiful day in heaven—”

“It’s always a beautiful day there,” put in Douglas,
critically.

“T never said it wasn’t. You're not to interrupt me. It
was a beautiful day; the harps were playing and the angels
singing. And one angel looked as if she wanted something ;
so God asked her what was the matter.

“Oh, please,’ she said, “I want to go down to earth to-
day.’

““« What do you want to do there, O angel?’

“*T want to play and sing to some children there.’

“Then God said she might go. So she flew down and
changed her clothes—”

“What kind of clothes did she put on?” asked Molly,
eagerly.

Betty considered a moment. “She put on a straw hat

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and a gray dress; she took off her wings and folded them
up.”

“Where did she put them? ” demanded Douglas.
“Down a well,” was the prompt reply. “It was a dry
well, and she put her white dress and crown in it; she did
them up in a paper parcel and wrote her name on.”

“What was her name? ” asked Bobby.

Betty knitted her brows. ‘‘It wasa Bible name, of course ;
I think it was Miriam. She felt the earth was very hot, for
the sun was shining like anything; and then she wondered
whom she could sing to. Well, she walked along a road, and
then she saw a church; so she thought that must be a good
place, and she went inside. The church was dark and cool
and still, but it was lovely. And there were red and blue
and yellow and green and violet sunbeams, and beautiful
painted windows and white marble figures all about, and it
was so still that you felt you must hush and walk on tiptoe.
And then what do you think she saw?”

All eyes were on Betty now, as she sank her voice to an
impressive whisper.

“She saw a little girl fast asleep! ”

“Go on,” said Douglas, impatiently, as Betty made an-
other pause.

“So the angel thought she would sing to her; so she went
up very softly to the big organ and began to play it, and then
she began to sing. It was lovely; she sang like she did in
heaven; and the little girl woke up and listened.”

“What did she sing about?” asked Molly.

“She sang about heaven, and all the people and children
who had come through great tribulation. And the music
went on right up to the top of the church, and her voice got
louder and louder, and then softer and softer to a whisper ; and
then the music got softer too, and then—it was quite still.”
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“Well, go on. What did the little girl do?”

“The little girl came away ; she—she cried a little.”

“Why, you’re crying too! What a silly!”

Betty dashed her small hand across her eyes and threw
up her head defiantly. ‘That's all my story,” she said.

“Oh, what a stupid story! You must make a proper
ending.”

“You shall go on! we'll make you! ”

“ Did the angel get her proper clothes again?”

“Yes,” said Betty, with a little sigh; “she put them on
and went up to heaven; and God asked her what she’d done,
and she told Him she thought the little girl would like to
come to heaven, if He would let her.”

There was a little break in Betty’s voice. She slid down
from her corner and rolled over on the floor, her face hidden
from the others. ‘Thenin a second she called out, ‘‘I see a
mouse! Let us catch him! ”

The children were on their feet directly, and a regular
scramble ensued, Betty the most boisterous of them all. And
when nurse came in a little later she found the little story-
teller in the act of crawling across the oaken beam in the
center of the room, to the intense delight of those watching
her below.

Nurse caught her breath at the daring feat, but waited till
she had accomplished it in safety, then caught her in her
arms, and, taking her off, gave her a good whipping; and
Betty’s spirits totally subsided for the rest of the evening.



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THE visit to the wood came off the day after. Nurse ar-
rayed all her little charges in large holland overalls and sent
them out into the fields for the afternoon. And the little
party set out in good spirits, Bobby and Billy tramping
sturdily along, under the firm conviction that they were going
to meet with wild beasts and go through the most harrowing
adventures.

It was a long walk, but they reached the wood at last, and
came to a standstill when they saw the ditch and the thick
hedge that surrounded it.

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=f, somewhere and creep through.”

And this was soon done. The children looked round them
with delight at the little winding paths, the banks of green
moss, and the thick, overhanging bushes and trees, that
seemed so full of life and interest. Douglas was in his ele-
ment.

“We'll find a place we must call home first, and then we'll
see what food we’ve got.”

The foot of an old oak-tree was chosen. Bits of cake,
pudding, some biscuits, and a few lumps of sugar were then
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produced from different pockets, and these were given over
to Douglas, who, wrapping them in paper, deposited them
inside the hollow trunk of the tree.

“Now,” he said, “we must all divide and go in search of
adventures ; and when we’ve found them we can come back
and tell the others here, and then we’ll have a feast.”

“ And if we don’t find any? ” questioned Betty, doubtfully.

“Then you must go on till you do. Why, of course a
wood is full of dangers. I mean to have an awful time.
We must go two and two: Molly and I will take this path,
and the twins can take that one, and you, Betty, must go by
yourself, because you’re the odd one.”’

“T always have to go alone,’’ murmured Betty; “‘it isn’t
fair.”

Bobby and Billy stood clasping each other’s hands and
looking with anxious though determined faces along the path
mapped out for them.

“And if we should meeta cwocodile? ” Billy asked, lifting
his blue eyes to those of his big brother.

“Then you must either kill it or run away,” said Douglas ;
“and crocodiles don’t live in woods.”

“And if we lose ourselves in the wood?” questioned
Bobby.

“Tf you're frightened you needn’t go, but stay here till
we come back,” put in Molly, her conscience a little uneasy
with turning such little fellows loose on their own resources.

But this gave the twins courage. Frightened! Not a bit
of it! And they trotted off, calling out they were going to
kill every one they met.

Betty likewise started on her journey. She was feeling
rather depressed with the truth of which she was always being
reminded, namely, that she was the odd one.

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saying to herself. “I’m either one too many or one too few,
and it’s very dull to be always alone.”

But her thoughts soon left herself when she saw some
rabbits scudding away in the distance, and the flowers on
her path and the strangeness of her surroundings were quite
enough to occupy her mind. She soon found that her path
was coming to an end; right across it was some fine wire
netting, and for a moment she hesitated, then, deciding to go
straight on, clambered over it with great difficulty. The grass
was smoother here, and the path a wide one. A little dis-
tance farther was an iron seat, and then she came to a long,
straight grass walk with trees on either side, and at the end
a gate in an old stone wall.

“T shall have to get through that gate,” she mused, “ or
else I must climb the wall. I wonder what is inside? It
might be anything,—a castle, with an ogre or giant, or a
prince and princess, —and I can’t go back till I find out. My
adventures have come. But I’m very tired; I'll just sit down

6) for a little before I go on.”
aut di A few moments after, Betty’s little body was lying full
a So length on the grassy path, and she was counting over a cluster
of primroses with great care and precision.

“ Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three—ah, what a pity!
There is a little odd one, just like me! ”

“What are you doing, child?”

Betty started to her feet. Looking down upon her was a
tall old lady, dressed in a shady straw hat and black lace
shawl; her black silk dress rustled as she moved. One hand
was resting on a stick, the other was holding a sunshade.
Her face was as still and cold-looking as some of the figures
on the monuments in the little village church, and her voice
stern and peremptory.

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fairy godmother, a queen, a princess? Or might it possibly
be the old governess that Mr. Roper loved so much?

Again the question was repeated in the same stern tone,
and Betty gazed up in awe as she answered simply:

“I was counting the primroses to see if they were even or
odd.”

“And what business have you to be trespassing in my
private grounds?”

““T didn’t know this was trespassing,” Betty faltered; “a
wood belongs to anybody in the country, and I haven’t got
inside your gate yet, though I was going to try.”

“And pray what were you coming inside my gate to do?”

“T’m—I’m looking for adventures ; I have to do something
before I go back.”

“T think you had better explain to me who you are.”

The voice was gentler, and Betty took courage. The lady
listened to her attentively and seemed interested; she even
smiled when Betty, looking‘up, asked innocently, “I suppose
you are not a princess, are you?”

“No, I’m not a princess,” she said; “ but this is a private
wood, and I cannot allow children to run wild all over it.”

“And mustn’t we ever come here again?” asked Betty,
with a grave face. “ We should be ever so careful, and we
won’t pick a flower if you'll only let us walk about. We've
never seen a wood before, only read about one in our story-
books ; and children always go through woods in books with-
out being stopped, unless it’s an ogre or a giant that stops
them.”

The lady did not speak for a minute, then she said:

“How many are there of you?”

“Five, with me. There’s Molly and Douglas, and there’s
Bobby and Billy; I’m the odd one.”

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‘The Odd One

“Because Molly and Douglas are the eldest ones, and
they always go together; and Bobby and Billy are the babies
—mother always calls them the babies; and I come in be-
tween, and I belong to no one. You see, in our games it’s
generally two and two; I always make everything odd.
And Molly and Douglas are always having secrets, and that
only leaves me the babies to play with, and they’re only just
four years old—much too small for me.”

“T suppose you have a doll or something to comfort your-
self with? I remember I used to when I was a little girl.”

“JT don’t much like dolls,” said Betty, with a decided shake
of her curly head; ‘‘I like something really alive—something
that moves by itself. There’s a big sheep-dog at our farm
called Rough. I sometimes get hold of him for a game, but
he likes Douglas better than me. Sam says he’s always fond
of boys.”

“ Would you like to come inside my gate? ” asked the lady,
looking down upon Betty with a strange tenderness in her
eyes, though her lips were still grave and stern.

Betty slipped her hand confidingly into hers.

“Yes, please; and will you tell me who you are? I
think you're rather like a lady I’m trying to find. She teaches
children; a governess she is, and she’s old and young to-
gether. Youre much more like her than Mrs. Giles is.”

But the lady did not satisfy Betty’s curiosity ; she only said,
“J have never taught any children in my life,” and led her
up the grassy walk to the gate in the wall. “I am only going
to let you stand inside for a moment, and then you must
run away. And you must never come over the wire netting
in the wood again. You and your brothers and sister can
play in the other part of the wood, but I will not have chil-
dren running over my private walks.”

She opened the gate, and Betty saw a lovely flower-garden
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with a smooth, grassy lawn, and away in the distance a great
white house. The flowers were exquisite, and to Betty’s eyes
they were a feast of delight. Heer little face flushed with
pleasure.

“Do you live here?” she asked. “ How happy you must
bel:

“Do you like it better than my wood? ”

Betty turned from the blaze of sunshine and brightness to

look at the cool green glade behind her. She did not answer /

for a minute; then she said, pointing with her small me |
down the grassy avenue:

“Tt’s something like church down there, it looks so quiet;
but this garden is like heaven, I think.”

The lady smiled. “TI will give you any flower you like to
take away, so choose.”

Betty was not long in making her choice. There were
some beautiful white lilies close by—lilies that might have
come from the same plantas that one lying between the little
girl’s hands in church.

“T should like one of those, please,” she said with spar-
kling eyes.

She was given, not one, but several, and then was dis-
missed.

“And I shall never see you again,” Betty said as she put
up her mouth for a kiss. She did not say it regretfully, only
as if stating a fact.

The lady stooped and kissed her. ‘ Not unless I send for
you,” she said. “Can you find your way back?”

Betty nodded brightly and ran off. The lady stood watch-
ing her little figure for some minutes; then she gave a deep
sigh, and her face relapsed into its usual stern and immovable
expression as she entered her garden and locked the gate
behind her.

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Betty ran on as fast as she could to join the others. When
she reached the oak-tree Douglas and Molly were already
there, seated on the ground, busily employed in dividing the
provisions for the feast. They exclaimed at the sight of her
flowers.

“T’ve had a lovely adventure,” said Betty. ‘“ Where are
Bobby and Billy?”

“We don’t know,” said Molly, rising to her feet and look-
ing anxious. “I’m sure they ought to be here by this time.”

“ Perhaps they’re lost,” Douglas suggested cheerfully. “TI
was hoping some of us would get lost, and then we should
have the fun of finding them. We'll go in a few minutes
and look for them. Would you like to hear where we have
been, Betty?”

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“Well, it is rather a stupid wood, for we came to nothing
particular; only we’ve found a little house. It has three
sides and a roof—tumbling in. We're going to mend it up
and live there next time we come out here. At least, I mean
to live in it. I shall be a disguised prince hiding for my life,
and you will all have to search the wood to get food for me.
Molly and I have made it all up. She is to be my daughter,
who steals out at night-time to visit me; you can be a ser-
vant, who mends the roof and makes me comfortable; and
the twins can be soldiers scouring the wood for me.”

Neither Betty nor Molly showed much interest in this
plan; they were both thinking of the twins; and Douglas,
having said his say, was quite ready to start off on the quest.

Together they ran along the path by which the little boys
had gone. It led them under some low brushwood and then
along the banks of a stream; and then, calling their names
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and rather deep here, with great boulders of stone appearing
above the water. Upon one of these boulders, in the center
of the stream, sat the two little boys, wet to the skin, and
looking the pictures of abject despair.

“However did you get there?” said Douglas, rather
angrily.

“Billy was getting some forget-me-nots, and tumbled in,
and so I came over to help him, and we can’t get back,” ex-
plained Bobby, not very lucidly.

“Tf you got over there you can get back again,” Molly
said decisively.

At this both the twins began to cry.

“It’s so cold; we was nearly drownded, and we’ve seen a
shark swim along.”

Douglas laughed, but took off his shoes and stockings.

“JT shall have to wade in and bring them over on my
back,” he said with rather a lordly air.

And this he did, landing both the twins safely on the bank.

“ Nurse will scold awfully, they’re both so wet. We shall
have to go home at once,” said prudent Molly, as with very
small handkerchiefs she and Betty tried to wipe some of the
wet off their clothes.

“And then she’ll say we’re never to come to the wood
again. I wish we hadn’t brought them with us! ”

It was a quiet little party that returned to Brook Farm.
And in the excitement of receiving the vials of nurse’s wrath,
and the fuss made over the poor little victims, Betty’s ad-
ventures remained still unheard and unknown.

She was not sorry that this was so, and was quite content
to muse in the secrecy of her own heart upon the beautiful
cold lady who had given her the lilies. She thought of her
sleeping and waking, and with a strange longing wondered
if she would ever be allowed to see her again.

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The next afternoon was a very warm one, but Betty’s
restless little feet could not stay in the buttercup meadow
close to the house, where the others were playing, and soon
a small white figure in a large sunbonnet could have been
seen plodding along the dusty road toward the churchyard
in the distance.

Her little, determined face relaxed into wonderful softness
when she entered the cool church. Going on tiptoe up the
aisle, she came to the monument of little Violet Russell,
and here she paused; then, clambering up with a little diffi-
culty, she laid two fresh lilies by the side of the sculptured
one across the clasped hands of the child’s figure.

“ There,” she said in a hushed voice; “you sha’n’t always
hold a cold, dead lily, Violet dear; I’ve brought them to you
from my own self, because they’re mine, and I'll get you
some other flowers when they are dead.”

She put her soft red lips down and left a kiss on the little
clasped hands, and then slipped down to the ground again,
where she stood for a moment looking up at the stained
window above. A noise startled her. Walking up the middle
aisle was the lady who had played to her before, and follow-
ing her a rough country boy, who disappeared through a
little door behind the organ.

Betty slipped behind a pillar and watched eagerly. Yes,
she was going to play again; and her heart beat high with
expectation. She crept into one of the high, old-fashioned
pews, and, sitting on a hassock, leaned her little head back
upon the seat and prepared herself to listen.

The music began, and sent a little shiver of delight through
Betty’s soul. The long, soft notes, that died away like a
summer breeze, the deep, grand rolls, that seemed to come
from a cavern below, and then blend with the clear, sweet
echoes rising and falling, and at length ascending in a burst
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of praise and gladness—it seemed to her that the angels
above would be stooping to listen to such strains.

And then, after a little, the lady began to sing; and Betty
drew in one deep breath after another. It must be an angel,
surely! And yet there was something in the fresh holland
dress and shady hat of the singer this afternoon that seemed
hardly suitable for an angel’s apparel.

The lady once looked round, and Betty thought her face
looked sad; but when she began to sing her face was illu-
mined with such light and gladness that the child watched it
entranced.

An hour passed, and then the singer was startled by the
sound of a sob. She was singing, “Oh, that I had wings

like a dove!” and, turning round, was startled at the sight _

of a white sunbonnet, and two small hands grasping the back
of one of the pews. Betty had mounted on the hassock to
have a full view of the singer long ago, and was now trying in
vain to restrain the pent-up feelings of her sensitive little soul.

In an instant the lady had left her seat and come up to
the child.

“What is the matter, little one? How did you find your
way in here?” she asked gently, as she put her arm round
the sobbing child.

But Betty could not put her feelings into words; she only
shook her head and sobbed, “I like the music; don’t stop
singing.”

“T must stop now; my houris up. Tellme who you are.”

Betty made an effort to recover her self-possession.

“T’m only Betty,” she said, dabbing her face with her
handkerchief. “ Are you an angel?”

“Indeed I am not; do I look like one?”

And the lady threw back her head and laughed in a very
amused way.

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“Not now,” said Betty, soberly; ‘but you did look like
one when you were singing, and I—I hoped you might be.”

“Why did you hope so?”

Again Betty was silent; then, looking up, she seemed to
gather courage from the kind face looking down upon her,
and, burying her face in the lady’s dress, she sobbed out:

“T thought God might have sent you, and then you could
have told me lots of things I wanted to know.”

“Perhaps God may have sent me instead of an angel.
Tell me some of the things you want to know.”

“T want to know about Violet and heaven and tribulation,”
murmured Betty, a little incoherently. And then she started
as the church clock in the belfry began to chime five.

“Tt’s tea-time ; nurse will be looking for me.”

The lady stooped and kissed her. “I must go too,” she
said. “Will you come and see me to-morrow afternoon? I
shall be here at the same time, and then we can have a
little talk.”

“What is your name?” asked Betty.

“ Nesta,” the young lady answered a little briefly.

“And do you teach children?” was the next question,
breathlessly put.

“Sometimes; on Sundays I do.”

Betty’s face lighted up, but she said no more, and trotted
out of the church and along the road as hard as ever she
could.

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Tue children were all at breakfast the next morning in the
old-fashioned kitchen. Nurse and her brother were having
an animated talk over some reminiscences of the past, when
there was a knock at the back door, and Mrs. Giles went
out. Coming back, she appeared with a small hamper under
her arm, which she placed on the floor.

“Tis the queerest thing I know of,” she said. ‘‘ Look at
the label now, Jack; whoever is it for?”

Every one crowded round at once.

“For the little odd one at Brook Farm.”

“Tis for one of the children,” said Jack, rubbing his
head ; “they be the only little ’uns that I know of.”

“It’s for Betty! ” shouted Douglas and Molly, excitedly ;
“she’s the odd one! Open it quick, Betty; perhaps it’s a
big cake.”

“Tt’s alive! ’’ exclaimed nurse, as, on her knees, she tried
to undo the fastenings. ‘“‘Come along, Miss Betty; you
shall open it for yourself.”

Betty came near and with trembling fingers cut the
string.

A minute after, and out of the hamper jumped a beautiful
little black-and-white spaniel.

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There were screams of delight from all the children, and
great surmises as to who could have sent it. Betty guessed,
but said nothing when she found a piece of paper tied to a
brass collar round his neck, with these words: ‘“ From a
friend, hoping he may prove a true companion.”

She clasped her arms round the dog’s neck in ecstasy.
“He is my very, very own,” she said, looking up at nurse
with shining eyes, “and I’ll have him for ever and ever.”

The little creature sniffed at her face, and then put out his
tongue and gave her a lick of satisfaction and approval.
From that time the two were all in all to each other.

There was a great deal of discussion about him that morn-
ing, and Betty had to tell of the strange, stern lady who had
spoken to her in the wood.

“I’m sure she sent him,” Betty kept repeating; “ I’m sure
she did.”

“It was awfully mean to keep your adventure so secret,”
said Douglas, looking at the dog very wistfully. ‘‘She must
be a fairy godmother living in the wood. I wish she would
send me something.”

“Perhaps she is a wicked fairy or witch,” suggested Molly,
“who has turned a prince into a little dog, and we must find
a kind of spell to bring him back to a prince again.”

“That’s what I’ll call him,” said Betty, looking up. “I'll
call him ‘ Prince.’ ”’

Nurse at first demurred at having such an addition to her
family, but Mrs. Giles comforted her with the assurance:
“ There, let the little miss enjoy him; she’ll soon get tired of
him,—children always do,—and when you go back to the
City you can leave him behind with us. He’s a good breed
—that we can see; and Jack will be able to sell him if we
don’t care about keeping him.”

It was fortunate Betty did not hear this suggestion. Prince
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was rapidly filling a void in her little heart, of which only
she, perhaps, had been dimly conscious. She was a child
with strong affections and intense feelings, and a yearning to
have some one to love and to be loved in return. None of
the little Stuarts was demonstrative, and few guessed how
deeply and passionately the bright and mischievous Betty
longed for the sympathy and love that were so rarely shown
toward her.

So engrossing was the possession of Prince that the day
went by and tea-time came before Betty thought of her new
friend in the church.

But when tea was over she took Molly into her confidence.
“ Molly, do you think I might take Prince for a walk ? Would
he follow me?”

“Where are you going?’”’

“Tm going to see a lady that I think is the governess Mr.
Roper told me about. Nesta, her name is; only I think he
called her Mother Nesta. I told you about it one night,
don’t you remember? She’s really very old, but she looks
very young, and this one must be her.”

“Where did you find her? ”

“Tn a church.”

“Oh!” and Molly’s tone was indifferent; “I don’t like
people in church. Nurse says she is going to take us to
church to-morrow. I hoped she would forget. Last Sunday ,
it was too far, she said. And Douglas and I were going to
have a beautiful church in the orchard; there’s an apple-tree _— SS a
just like a pulpit.” SNE

“ Molly,” called out Douglas, “Sam is going down to the
river to fish; he says he’ll show us where we can fish too.
Do come on!”

Away ran Molly. The twins were playing in the garden
porch, and nurse chatting in the kitchen with her sister-in-

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law. Betty called Prince, who had been busy with a saucer
of scraps, and, putting on her straw hat, set off along the
road to church. Prince was certainly a great charge. He
~ was a dog of an inquiring mind, and his continual rushes
into the hedgesides, and long searches after young frogs in the
grass, considerably delayed his young mistress’s progress.

But at length the church was reached. ‘The evening
shadows threw long, weird shapes across the darkened path
that led to the porch, the rooks were noisier than usual, and
Betty looked anxiously down at Prince.

“You won't bark, dear, will you?” she said, stooping and
lifting him into her arms. ‘‘ Because church is a very quiet -
place, and music is the only noise allowed. Ill take you in
to see the prettiest little girl you’ve ever seen, and she’s lying
so still, I’ve brought her some forget-me-nots.”

Prince struggled a little at first, but Betty soothed him and
then crept inside.

“Tm afraid I’ve come too late,” she murmured, as she
looked round the silent church and saw no signs of the lady ;
“but Dll come another day soon and see her.”

Softly she made her way round to the stained-glass window
she loved, but started in astonishment when she saw leaning
against the monument a tall, strange gentleman.

He did not see Betty. His brows were knitted and his
lips twitching strangely under his heavy, dark mustache. With
folded arms he stood leaning against the pillar, and looking
down upon the fair figure of the recumbent child in front of
him ; then he stooped, and, taking up one of the fading lilies
across the child’s hands, looked at it wonderingly.

“The picture more lasting than the thing itself,” he mut-
tered; “it is all that is left us. The fragile productions of
nature cannot exist long in this hard, rough world, and yet
how I tried to shield her from every blast!”

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A slight whine from Prince startled him, and looking round
he pulled himself together sternly.

“What are you doing here, little girl?”

Almost the same words that had been said to her in the
wood the other day; and Betty began to wonder if she were
again on forbidden ground.

“Does the church belong to you?” she asked, standing
her ground and looking up through her long, dark lashes
rather shyly. ‘‘Am I where I oughtn’t to be? I came to
see that little girl.”

He looked at her.

“What do you know about her?”

“T don’t know anything, but I want to know. I love
her, and I’ve brought her some more flowers.”

“Did you put these lilies here? ”

“Yes; they’re quite dead now, aren’t they?”

“ Of course they are; this is the place of death.”

Betty did not understand the bitter tone, but she said
simply, pointing to the child’s figure, ‘“‘She isn’t really dead,
is she? She has gone to sleep. I was thinking when I was
here before, if Jesus would only just walk out of that window

and touch her hands with His, she would open her eyes and
get up. I should like to see her, wouldn’t you? I watched
her the other day till I almost thought I saw her move. But
she will wake up one day, won’t she?”

There was no answer.

Betty slipped her little hand in his. “ Would you give her Ys
these forget-me-nots, or lift me up so that I can doit?” She Uf
had dropped Prince, who was sniffing suspiciously round the Y
gentleman’s heels, and waited anxiously for his reply. He
took her in his arms, and held her there while she placed the Ray
flowers in the position she wished; and then, before she was ff

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in heaven. I like to believe she is there, but I’m not quite
sure. Do you know if she came out of tribulation? ”

“Why should she?”

“ Because it says, about those in white robes with crowns:
‘These are they which came out of great tribulation, and
have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood
of the Lamb.’ It makes me feel very unhappy sometimes
because I haven’t been through tribulation yet, and I sha’n’t
be ready to die till I have.”

She was set quickly down upon her feet, and without a
word the gentleman left her, striding down the aisle and
shutting the church door with a slam that echoed and re-
echoed through the silent church.

Betty was startled at his sudden departure. She took up
her dog in her arms again, and stood gazing silently up at
the window above, through which the setting sun was send-
ing colored rays in all directions; then with a little sigh she
turned and left the church. Outside the porch was a gray-
headed old man, the sexton, who was taking his evening walk
among the graves.

“ Hulloo!” he said, ‘be you the one that banged this ’ere
door just now? Iwas enough to scare the owls and bats
and all the other beasties from their holes forevermore.”

“No, it wasn’t me; it was a gentleman.”

“Ah, was it, now? Shouldn’t be surprised if I knew who
it was! ’Twas Mr. Russell, surely! There’s no other gent
that favors this ’ere buildin’ like him.”

“Ts he Violet Russell’s father? ” questioned Betty, eagerly.

The old man nodded. “Yes, he be that little maid’s
parent, and he’ll never get over her loss. She were the apple
of his eye, and when she were took he were like a man de-
mented. Ah, ’tis the young as well as the old I have to dig
for!”

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“ Does that gentleman live here?” asked Betty.

“Aye, surely, for he be the owner of the whole property
hereabout. But ’tis not money will give comfort; he have
had a deal o’ trouble. I mind when his father turned him
out o’ doors for his paintin’ and sich like persoots. And he
went to Italy, and there he taught hisself to be a hartist, and
painted and carved a lot o’ stone figures; and folks say he
made a name for hisself in the big city. He were taken
back by his father after a bit, and came a-coortin’ Miss
Violet Granger, that lived over at Deemster Hall. But his
brother, Mr. Rudolph, cut him out when he went off to Ger-
many for a spell, and he and Miss Violet runned away to-
gether, and when he come back he found his bride stolen.
He were terrible cut up, and off he goes to foreign parts again ;
and never a sight of he did us get till the old squire were
dead, and Mr. Rudolph had killed hisself out huntin’. Then
Mr. Frank comes home agen witha brand-new wife, and we
thought as how his life were a-mendin’ and things were look-
in’ up. He seemed brighter too; but lackaday ! ’twere not
ten months afore I had to dig a grave for her; and she left
him a two-day-old babe to bring up. And little Miss Violet
were the joy of his heart ; she were a purty, bright little maid,
and were out on her little pony every day wi’ her father. She
just doted on him, and he were as lovin’ as a woman wi’
her. Then there come the day when the little maid got a
ugly fall from her pony, and all the City doctors were sent
for, but could do no good; and she were in bed a-wastin’
away for nigh a twelvemonth, and then she died. "Twere a
mercy, for she’d have been a hunchbacked cripple had she
lived; and Mary Foster, what were her maid, said as ’ow she
suffered terrible at times. The Lord were marciful in takin’
of. her; but ’tis not. to be wondered at Mr. Frank takin’ it
sorely. And then he shut hisself up in his paintin’-room,

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and never comed out of it till he had cut the little maid’s
figure out in stone, like as you see it in the church. Many’s
the visitor that I’ve a-taken in to see it, and the ladies they
comes away sheddin’ tears at the little dear. He put up the
colored window, too, and comes to church reg’lar; but he’s
hard and cold like the stones he cut, and ’tis his troubles have
spoiled him. I mind he were a bright-faced, bonny lad
once, that I used to show birds’ nests to in the hedges;
but now he passes me wi’out a civil word or look. Aye,
it’s trouble and toil and tribbylation that is man’s lot here
below!”

Betty listened to this long harangue breathlessly. Much
of it she could not follow, but the old man’s closing sentence
made her look at him eagerly.

“Do you know about tribulation? ” she asked.

“Me know of it! Aye, surely, when I’ve buried six sons
and daughters, and last of all my woife, and dug all their
graves mysel’, save two, which were Jack in foreign parts
which died of yellow fever, and only a packet of letters,
sent back to us belongin’ to him, and in them there were a
bit o’ his mother’s gray hair, which he had cut off that play-
ful afore he went away. And then there were Rob, that
were killed down a coal-mine, and we could never get at his
body; and he left a widder and three childer, and she were
married to one o’ his chums afore a twelvemonth past—the
unfeelin’ hussy; but I’ve washed my hands of the lot.
Aye, I’ve been through troubles and tribbylation, which is
our lot in this world; but I’ve had a many more than most
folks.” .

“Then you must be quite ready to die? ” said Betty, look-
ing at him thoughtfully.

The old man looked at her, then rubbed his head in a
puzzled way.

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“T’m no’ so sure about that, little lassie. I’ve seen scores
brought into this churchyard and placed in my graves, but
there are toimes when I think o’ seein’ mysel’ let down into
a strange grave, and one not cut half so foine as mine; for
I’m up to my trade, and none could do it better; and I’m
thinkin’ if that day will wait till I’m ready for it—well, ’twill
be a good way off yet!”

Betty knitted her brows in perplexity.

“Tf you’ve been through tribulation, you must be very
nearly ready for heaven—the Bible says so.”

“ Aye, do it? Let’s hear, missy; for sure I’ve had my lot
o’ woe, and the Lord do be marciful!”

For a second time that afternoon Betty repeated the text
that was so occupying her mind and thoughts. The old man
listened attentively.

“Vou see,” said Betty, leaning against an old yew-tree and
hugging Prince close to her, “it’s the first part that’s so diffi-
cult to me, but it must be quite easy for you. The end of
it fits us all, but the tribulation doesn’t fit me.”

“And what be the end of it?” asked the sexton.

“Tt says they washed their robes, and made them white
in the blood of the Lamb.”

“ Aye,” said the old man, after a minute’s silence, “ and ’tis
the end of it don’t fit me.”

The child looked up, astonishment coming into her blue
eyes.

“But that’s very easy,” she said; ‘‘ that is coming to Jesus
and asking Him to wash our sins away in His blood. I
thought everybody did that. I do it every night, because
I’m an awful wicked girl. I’m always forgetting to be good.”

Again there was silence. The old man looked away over
the hills in the distance. It was just the quietest time in the
evening; the birds were already in their nests for the night,

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—even the rooks had subsided,—and the stillness and peace
around drew his heart and mind upward. Betty thought he
was looking at the sunset, which was shedding its last golden
rays over the misty blue outlines of the hills across the hori-
zon. Presently he drew the cuff of his sleeve across his eyes.
“ And who be they that the Book says that of?” he asked.

“Why, it’s the people in heaven—every one who dies, I
s’pose. I like to think of them there; but I do want dread-
fully to join them one day, and I’m afraid sometimes I shall
be left out.”

Tears were filling the earnest little eyes, and the curly head
bent over Prince to hide them.

“JT mind,” said the sexton, slowly, “that my missis, before
she died, told me to pray, ‘Wash me, and I shall be whiter
than snow.’ I expect she knew all about the washin’, but
I’ve never done much harm to any one, and I’ve attended
church reg’lar.”

“T wish I was as good as you.” And Betty looked up
with emphatic utterance. “I’m always doing some one
harm; and nurse will scold me when I get in for being out
so late—I know she will. Good-by, old man.”

She put Prince down on the ground and trotted off, and
the old sexton looked after her with a shake of his head.

“She be a queer little lass! Aye, I would be glad to have
her chance of gettin’ to the kingdom. But I’ll have a look

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THE next morning being Sunday, the three elder children
were taken to church by nurse. It was a small village con-
gregation, and Betty looked round in vain for her friend
Nesta. She saw Mr. Russell standing grim and solitary in
his large, old-fashioned pew, and she had a nod from the
sexton at the church door. The clergyman’s wife and grown-
up daughter and a few grandly dressed farmers’ wives were
the only others who occupied seats of their own. The organ
was played by the schoolmaster, and after Nesta’s playing it
did not seem the same instrument. Betty was quieter than
her brother and sister. She could see her stained window
and little Violet’s figure from where she sat; she could even
catch sight of her forget-me-nots, now looking withered and
dead; and her thoughts kept her restless little body still.
Molly and Douglas did not like church; their fair heads
were close together, and occasionally a faint sniggle would
cause nurse to look round with stern reproval. But at last
the long service was over, and they came out into the fresh,
sweet air of a June morning.

Nurse had several friends to talk to in the churchyard,
and Molly and Betty walked on soberly in front of her, feel-
ing subdued and a little uncomfortable in their stiff white
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“Where is Douglas? ” whispered Betty.

“Hush! don’t let nurse know; he saw a pair of legs through
a little hole at the back of the organ, and he’s gone to see if
it is a robber hiding.”

“Will he fight himif itis? ” said Betty, with an awe-struck
look. Then, an expression of relief crossing her face, she
said, “I know; it’s a boy that goes in at the back whenever
a person plays. I don’t know what he does, but I’ve seen
him there before.”

“When did you see him?” asked Molly, eagerly.

Betty’s private adventures never remained secret for long,
and she poured forth a long account of her various visits to
the church. _Molly was much impressed, but Douglas’s re-
turn soon turned her thoughts into another channel. He
looked flushed and disheveled, and his white sailor suit was
soiled and dusty; but nurse was too busy talking to notice
his appearance, and he joined the others with some impor-
tance in his tone.

“T’ve made a discovery,” he said. ‘‘ How do you think
a church organ is played? ”

“ Like a piano,” said Molly, promptly.

“Tt isn’t, then; you turn a handle like the organs in the
street, and a man or boy does all the work behind.”

The little girls looked skeptical, and Betty said, “I’m sure
you don’t, then, for we can see the person playing.”

“Well, they’re only pretending; I’ve seen the handle my-
self, and the boy told me if he didn’t pull it up and down
the organ wouldn’t play. It must be like a kind of duet,
perhaps. I expect he makes all the big, booming notes, and
the squeaky notes are made by the person in front. I’ve
promised him a part of my money if he’ll let me play instead
of him one day, and he says he will.”

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“besides, you won’t be able to do it properly, and if you
made a mistake it would be awful.”

“JT shall play it on a week-day, and I’ll make the old
organ sound, you see if I don’t!”

Directly the children reached home Betty flew to her dog,
who had been shut up in the garret while they had been at
church. Prince was already getting to know his little mis-
tress, and welcomed her back with short, happy barks and a
great many licks; and Betty poured out all her heart’s love
for him in the shape of caresses and pats and kisses, whisper-
ing in his silken ears many a secret, and hugging him to her
breast with a passionate vehemence which astonished and
amused those who saw her.

‘He is my own, my very own,” she kept repeating, “and
I shall never feel odd no more!”

She did not. It was a new and delightful sensation to be
one of a couple. ‘Molly and Douglas, Bobby and Billy,
and Prince and I,” she would say. No longer was she to
trot off alone in some of their games—Prince was always
ready to go with her; if Molly and Douglas were deep in
some conspiracy, so could she and Prince be; and the pent-
up feelings and thoughts of rather a lonely little heart were
poured out to one who listened and sympathized with his
soft brown eyes and curly tail, but who never betrayed the
confidence reposed in him.

At no time in her life had Betty been so happy as she was
now; her little, pensive face sparkled with gladness when
Prince gamboled by her side; and nurse asserted that the
dog kept her out of mischief and was a very successful
addition to their party. It was some days before she visited
the church again, but when she did the organ was sounding,
and she found her friend already playing. Rolling Prince
up in her large holland overall until only his little black nose

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peeped out, Betty crept up close to the player and stood
unnoticed for some minutes. Then Nesta Fairfax turned
round and gave the child a pleased smile.

“My little friend again!” she said. “I have been won-
dering what has become of you. Have youcome fora talk?”

“No; only to listen to the music,” said Betty.

“Then I will go on playing.”

She turned back to the organ, and for some time Betty
listened in silence, sitting on a hassock and rocking Prince
backward and forward, till, warm and exhausted with his
ineffectual struggles to free himself, he fell asleep in her
arms.

At last, when there was a pause in the music, Betty said
earnestly :

“Will you sing again what you did when I thought you
were an angel?”

“What was it, I wonder?”

“Tt was about ‘these are they which came out of great
tribulation ’! ”

“Oh yes, I remember.”

And the sweet, clear voice rang out through the silent
church, and the organ rose and fell to the beautiful words,
till Betty could hardly bear it.

“Ts it over? ” she asked as the last note died away.

Nesta Fairfax turned her glowing face upon the child.

“You love it as much as I do, you little mite!” she said ;
“but you mustn’t cry. Do you know where those words
come from? ”

She put her arms round her and drew her to rest against
her as she spoke.

“Yes,” said Betty, with a nod; ‘I know all about them.
I’ve read it sixty hundred times, I think, and I know that

verse by heart. I want to ask you about it.”
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Nesta waited, and with a little effort Betty said:

“TI want dreadfully to be one of them one day, and I’m
afraid I never shall. I was talking to the old man who digs
graves the other day; the first part of the verse doesn’t fit
me, and the last doesn’t fit him—at least he said so. I
wonder if both parts fit you?”

Nesta gazed at Betty in a puzzled kind of way, then
looked away, for her eyes were filling with tears.

“Perhaps it may,” she said softly ; “I should like to think
it did.”

“And can you tell me how I can go through tribulation?
I want to get it over, so that I can be quite ready for heaven.”

“My dear child, if God means you to have it, He will
send it in His own good time. Never wish for troubles;
they will come fast enough as you grow older.”

“That’s what nurse says; she tells us when we get to her
age we shall know what distress and trouble is. But s’posing
if I don’t live to grow up? Violet didn’t. And I’m so
afraid I may not get inside heaven. I may be left out of
those in the text, because I haven’t been through tribulation.
I don’t want to be left out. I want to be in the very middle
of them all! I want to stand singing, and havea crown and
a palm, and I want to hear some one ask who I am; and
then I want to hear the answer, ‘ She came out of tribulation!’
Oh, do tell me how I can go into it! Mr. Roper said you
would teach me a lot of things.”

Betty’s voice was eloquent in her beseeching tone, .and
Nesta was silent for a moment; then she said:

“Trouble doesn’t take us to heaven; tribulation, even
martyrdom, does not. Don’t you know what does? What
did Jesus Christ come into the world for? What did He
die for? . Will you sing a little hymn with me? I expect
you know it.”

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Betty looked delighted.

“ And will you play the organ?”

“Yes.”

Then Nesta began to sing, and Betty’s sweet little voice
chimed in, for well she knew the words:

‘There is a green hill far away,
Beyond the city wall,
Where our dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

‘We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear; [{
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.

‘‘He died that we may be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

‘There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven and let us in.

‘Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.”






“ Now can you tell me why the Lord Jesus Christ died?
What does the hymn say?”

“He died that we may be forgiven,
He died to make us good,”
quoted Betty, slowly.
“Go on.”

‘‘ That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.”

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“Then how can we get to heaven?”

“Because Jesus died for us.”

“Yes, He died to let you go to heaven, Betty; He did it
all, and you have nothing to do with it. If you let Jesus
take your little heart and wash it in His blood, nothing will
ever keep you out of heaven.”

“But if I’m naughty?” asked Betty. “I’ve asked God
so often to give me a new heart and wash me in Jesus’ blood,
and sometimes I think He has done it; but then I’m always
getting into mischief, and nurse says it’s only the good chil-
dren go to heaven.”

“T think Jesus will teach you to be good if you ask Him,
and you mustn’t expect to be quite good all at once. Always
go to Him when you’ve been naughty, and tell Him about
it, and ask Him to help you to be good. He loves you,
Betty, and He will always listen to you and answer your
prayers.”

Betty’s blue eyes were looking intently at the speaker, and
her little lips took a resolute curve.

“T will be good,” she said; “I do love Jesus, and I’ll ask
Him all day long to keep me from being naughty.”

Then after a pause she said:

“Have you gone through tribulation? ”

“T have had a great deal of trouble.” And a sad look
came over Nesta’s face.

“My old man said he had had a lot of trouble, and he
told me Mr. Russell had. Trouble always means people
dying, doesn’t it?”

“There are troubles worse than death,” Nesta said gravely ;
“God grant you may never know such!” Then with a
change of tone she said brightly, “Don’t look for trouble,
darling; Jesus means you to be happy. Now shall we sing
one more hymn? and then I must go.”

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Betty joined in delightedly when Nesta began:

““There’s a friend for little children.”

After it was finished Nesta asked:

“What did you mean, Betty, by saying that a Mr. Roper
had told you I would teach your? Who is Mr. Roper?”

Betty told her, repeating as much of the conversation she
had had with him as she could remember; and Nesta laughed
aloud when she discovered the origin of the “lady who
taught.”

“He meant Mother Nature, Betty—a very different teacher
. to me.”
“Do you know her, then? Where does she live?”
“J will take you to see her when next we meet. You
“see her every day, Betty. Now I must go. Good-by.

re Is this a little doggy you have rolled up in your pina-



fore? I thought it was a doll. Now, Dick, you can come
out.”

Dick Green, a heavy-looking village boy, appeared from
behind the organ and followed Miss Fairfax down the aisle.
But Betty waited; she had brought two roses with her for
Violet’s monument, and she went to the seat upon which she
had laid them, and took them round to the other side of the
church, where she deposited them in the usual place. Then
calling Prince, who had been awakened from his sleep and
was now inspecting every corner of the church with nose and
paws, Betty set off homeward.

Nesta Fairfax had comforted her, but had not entirely
satisfied her perplexed little heart, and the busy brain was
still trying to solve the problem.

Betty was not the only visitor to the church that day.

Douglas disappeared after tea, and after nearly two hours’
absence returned, hot, tired, and very cross.

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At last he confided to Molly that he had been to play the
organ.

“ And I’m awfully afraid I’ve broken the horrid old thing,
and I don’t like that Dick Green! He took my money
and ran off, and I worked the handle up and down for hours ;
he told me the music would come in about a quarter of an
hour. It never did, but the organ gave great gasps and
groans; you never heard such a noise—just like Mr. Giles
when he goes to sleep after tea! It’s awfully hard work
pulling the handle up and down; I hope I haven’t broke it.
I think it wants some one to play on the front of it, but the
front part is locked up. But I’ve had a kind of adventure.
When I came out there was a strange gentleman looking at
one of the graves in the church, so I went up to see what he
was looking at, and it was the stone image of a little girl, and
there were some pink roses in her hands.”

Betty edged up close to her brother as he got thus far and
asked eagerly, “ What did he say about the roses?”

“ He looked at me with an awful frown, and I folded my
arms and frowned back—like this.”

And Douglas rumpled his fair brow into many creases,
and looked so ferocious that Molly was quite awed, though
disrespectful Betty laughed aloud.

“What are you doing here?’ he said. ‘Did you put
these roses here?’

“*No,’ I said. ‘Oughtn’t they to be there? I'll take
them away.’ And then he frowned worse than ever and said,
“Don’t you dare to lay a finger on them!’ and then he mut-
tered something about the church being always full of chil-
dren now. But I didn’t listen to him much; I was busy
looking at the little girl and thinking, and then I made up a
beautiful story on the spot; it’s something like some of the
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a minute. I said to him that I thought I could tell him
where the roses came from. And he said, ‘Where?’ And
then I said to him that the little girl was a sleeping beauty
waiting for a prince to come along and kiss her and wake
her up; but he hadn’t come yet, so a fairy was watching her
till he came, and every moonlight night she would bring some
flowers in, and creep inside them and sleep with her to keep
all the goblins off, and she would sing her songs in the night,
and tell her stories, and comfort her—”

“But,” interrupted Molly, “if she was asleep, how could
she hear the fairy?”

“You're too sharp! Perhaps you'll wait. I was just
going to say that in the night she was able to open her eyes,
only she couldn’t get up. I had just got as far as that when
the gentleman said, ‘Pshaw!’ and then he told me to run
off, and not come into the church again to tomfool—that’s
what he said. He was a kind of dark, grim-looking ogre,
and I’ll—well, I shall have more to do with him yet!”

This awful threat was accompanied with a very significant
shake of the flaxen head; but Betty cried out hotly:

“You don’t know anything about it! He’s the father of
that little girl, and he goes to her grave to say his prayers
and cry. I know more about him than you do, so there!”

“What do you know?”

But Betty walked off, hugging Prince under her arm, and
calling out as she went, with a spice of superiority in her
tone, “ Prince and I know all about him and her and the
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Ir was only a few days after this that nurse took all the
children to tea at an old farm-house about two miles off.
They rode part of the way in a farm-wagon, and were all in
the best of spirits, for it was haymaking time—a time of en-
trancing joy to all children, and to the little Stuarts a new
and delightful experience. They had tea out in one of the
fields under a shady elm, and were just separating after it
was over to have one more romp in the hay, when, to Betty’s




intense surprise, who should come across the field but Nesta a Die Dy, ee ne

Fairfax. She evidently knew Mrs. Crump, the farmer’s wife, oe in. ae Si

well, for she sat down and began chatting away about all her Sa 7 Ke

family, and then she caught sight of Betty. : Vi, 2
“Why, it’s my little friend!” she said, stooping down and See were se

kissing her; ‘‘and are these your brothers and sister ?”

Betty got crimson with delight, and introduced one after
the other with great importance, and Nesta won all their
hearts at once by joining them in their frolic. Her laugh
was as gay as theirs, and she could run as fast as any of
them.

“You're rather a nice grown-up person,” said Douglas,
approvingly, as at last she took her leave; “you aren’t so

dull and stupid as grown-up people generally are. Will you
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come and see us one day at our farm? I'll take you to see
the sweetest white mice in the stable that Sam keeps, and
there’s heaps of easy trees to climb in the orchard if you like
climbing!”

“ And I'll show you a baby calf only two days old,” put
in Molly, “and three black-and-white kittens in a loft, with
a lot of apples one end; we’ve jolly things at our farm, if
you'll only come.”

“ And a see-saw and a swing,” added the twins.

“ And what will Betty show me?” asked Nesta, amused.

“T think I'll show you the flowers, and the forget-me-nots,
and water-cress in the brook,” said Betty, meditatively.

“Then I really must come, with such an enchanting pro-
: a * gram before me,” said Nesta. And she kissed them all round,
===~- told nurse she envied her her little family, cracked some jokes

with old Crump and his wife, and departed, leaving behind
her a breezy brightness and cheeriness that she brought with
her wherever she came.

“A pleasant young lady,” said nurse; “who is she, Mrs.
Crump?”

“ Ah, well,” said Mrs. Crump, shaking her head solemnly,
“there’s a sad story attached to the family. My niece, what
the master and I have brought up like one of our own chil-
dren, has got the sitivation as maid to Mrs. Fairfax, and she
knows all the ins and outs of their trouble as no one else do.
You see, this is how it is. They were a City family, and
come down here first for change of air. They took lodgings
in Mrs. Twist’s farm; there were Mrs. Fairfax and the two
young ladies, and a dashing young gentleman, the son, who
came down for a day or two at a time, but he never stayed
long. Mrs. Fairfax were proud as proud could be, and very
cold and stern like, except to her son, so Jane says; and him
she couldn’t do enough for—her heart was just bound up in
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him! Jane went back with them to the City, but she says
the way the young gentleman went on were enough to break
any mother’s heart. He was fast going to the bad; and yet
his mother, though she would scold and fume at times, never
seemed to see it, and paid his debts and let him have his
fling. Miss Nesta were engaged to be married, and Jane
says her lover did all he could to stand by her brother and
keep him straight, but it weren’t no good whatever. And
about two year ago the end came. Mr. Arthur had some
trouble over a gaming-table; that was the beginning; then
he went and signed a bank-check that wasn’t his,—I believe
as how it is called forging,—and the gentleman whose check
it was had him up in court; he wouldn’t hush it up, and it
was the talk of all the City, so Jane tells me. His mother
would have paid up, though it would have ruined her, but
she weren’t allowed; and he were sent to prison across the
seas for seventeen years. Jane says Mrs. Fairfax seemed
turned to stone; she shut up the City house and went abroad
to some foreign place with a long name—I forgets it now;
and then she comes back and takes Holly Grange, which is
as nice an old house as ever you see, and belonged to a
Colonel Sparks who died only a twelvemonth ago, and is
about a mile from here, over against that wood you see
yonder. But I’m tiring of you with this long tale.”

“T like to hear it,” said nurse; and so did Betty, though
a good deal of it was incomprehensible to her. She sat with
Prince in her arms on the grass close by, and her quick little
ears were listening to every word.

“Well,” said Mrs. Crump, with a sigh, “there ain’t much
more to tell. Jane says Mrs. Fairfax shuts herself up and
won't see a single visitor. Miss Grace, the eldest daughter,
who was never very strong, has become a confirmed invalid,
with very crotchety and fidgety ways, and makes every one

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miserable who comes near her. Miss Nesta is the only one
that keeps bright; and Jane says her temper is that sweet,
she bears with all her sister’s crossness and unreasonableness,
and her mother’s icy coldness, like an angel. She have had
her troubles, too, poor thing! Jane tells me that it was Mrs.
Fairfax made her break off her engagement with her lover;
he were some relative of the gentleman that lost the check,
and she wouldn’t have the engagement go on on no account.
Jane says her lover had a talk with Mrs. Fairfax; and he
were rather a high and mighty gentleman, and he left the
room as white as death, and declared he would never set
foot in the house again. Jane thinks Mrs. Fairfax was be-
side herself at the time and must have insulted him fearful.
Anyhow, it all came to an end. It’s a world of trouble, Mrs.
Duff. But I feel very sorry for Miss Nesta. The other
ladies hardly ever leave the house or grounds, and they would
like to keep Miss Nesta in as well; but she comes across to
me and has a chat, and she reads a chapter and has prayers
with grandfather. She’s a very good young lady, and no one
would think, to look at her, what she have come through.”

“Has she come through tribulation?” asked Betty, look-
ing up suddenly.

“Well, I never did! To think of that child a-taking it
allin!” ejaculated Mrs. Crump. “ What do you know about
tribulation, little missy? ”

“Tt means trouble or distress, I know.” And Betty’s face
was very wistful as she spoke.

“Run along and play with the others,” said nurse, quickly,
“and don’t worry your head over other people’s troubles.

There is plenty of it in the world, but your time hasn’t come
for it yet.”

“T wish it would come,” said Betty, softly, “and then I
could put myself in that text.”

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But only Prince heard the whispered words, and he wagged
his tail in sympathy.

It was that night that Betty added another clause to her
evening prayers. She generally said them aloud at nurse’s
knee, but it was not the first time that she had said, ‘I want
to whisper quite a secret to God,” and nurse always let her
have her way.

“She is a queer little thing,” she told her brother; ‘‘some-
times naughtier and more contrary than all the rest put to-
gether, and sometimes so angel-like that I wonder if she won’t
have an early death. But there’s no knowing how to take
her!”

Betty’s secret was this:

“ And please, God, forgive Prince his sins and take him to
heaven when he dies, and let me come through great tribu-
lation, so that I may be like your people in heaven.”

When haymaking commenced at Brook Farm the children’s
delight knew no bounds. Every moment of the day they
were out in the fields, and as the great cart-loads of hay
were driven off they felt proud and pleased with having
helped in the work. Prince enjoyed it as much as any one,
but he never left his little mistress’s side for long. One
evening, as the tired haymakers were resting after having
placed the last load on the wagon, Betty, dancing by the
cart, was inspired to ascend the ladder which had been left
against it.

“Come on,” she shouted to Douglas and Molly, “and
we'll have a ride home.”

Up they went, unnoticed by any, and danced up and down
with delight when they reached the top. Then nurse dis-
covered them, and in her fright and anxiety at their risky
position she rushed toward them and screamed aloud. The
horses, startled, swerved hastily aside, and Douglas, danger-

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ously near the edge, overbalanced himself and fell with a
terrible thud to the ground. It was the work of a moment
to seize him and drag him from the wheels, which mercifully
did not touch him; but he was carried into the house stunned
and insensible, and Molly and Betty, with scared, white faces,
were taken down and sent indoors.

“Tt’s your fault,” whispered Molly to the frightened Betty ;
“you made us come up. And now Douglas will die! I
think he’s dead already. You'll be a murderer, and you'll
be sent to prison and hung!”

And Betty quite believed this assertion, and crept up to
the passage outside Douglas’s bedroom, trembling with ex-
citement and fright. She crouched down in a corner, and
Prince came up, put his two paws on her shoulder, and licked
her face with a little wistful whine. It was a long time be-
fore nurse came out of the room, and then she wasted very
few words on the little culprit.

“Go to bed, you naughty child, and tell Miss Molly to
go too. You are never safe from mischief, and it’s a mercy
your brother hasn’t been killed.”

“Will he get better, nurse?”

But nurse made no reply, and both little girls were long
before they got to sleep that night, so fearful were their
conjectures as to the fate of their brother.

Douglas was only stunned for the time and very much
bruised and shaken. Nurse kept him in bed for two or three
days, and the two little girls were unremitting in their care
and attention. He accepted their services with much com-
placency, and enjoyed his important and interesting position.

“What would you two girls have done if I had died?” he
asked. ‘‘ Who would have been your leader then?”

“You're not my leader,” said Betty, promptly. ‘No one
is my leader; I lead myself.”

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“T don’t know what I should have done,” said Molly,
pensively. ‘I should have had to go about with Betty then.
You see, I should have her, and the twins have themselves.
I don’t think Bobby and Billy would miss any of us much if
we were to die. We should be equal if you died, Douglas
—two and two; but I’m glad you're going to get better.”

“You wouldn’t have gone about with me, Molly,” said
Betty, with a decisive shake of her head, as she stooped to
caress Prince at her feet, “‘ because you would have been one
too many. We are two and two without you. I don’t want
any one with me but Prince. You would have to be the
odd one if Douglas died, like I used to be.”

“Prince is only a dog,” said Molly, with a little curl of
her lip. ‘I wouldn’t make two with a dog.”

Betty’s eyes sparkled dangerously.

“Prince is ever so much nicer than you are—much nicer;
and you're jealous because he likes me and not you. He’s
my very own, and I love him, and he loves me; and I love
him better than all the people in the world put together, so
there!”

“You needn’t get ina temper. He’s a silly, stupid kind
of a dog, and Mr. Giles said yesterday, if he caught him
chasing his sheep round the field, he would give him a good
beating; and I hope he will, for he nearly chased the sheep
yesterday.”

“When you two have done fighting, I should like to speak.
My head aches. I think I should like some of the jelly nurse
made for me; it will make it better.”

The little girls’ rising wrath subsided. Both rushed to
fulfil Douglas’s desire ; for had not nurse left them in charge,
and had she not also warned them against exciting him by
loud talking and noise? :

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saw Miss Fairfax in church yesterday, and she asked me how
you were.”

“What were you doing in church? ” demanded Douglas.
“Tt wasn’t Sunday.”

“Prince and I go to church very often,” said Betty, putting
on aprim little air. ‘‘ We have several businesses there, but
we don’t tell every one what we do.”

“Do you play the organ?” asked Douglas, a little eagerly.

“No; but we hear it played, and we sing, and we—well,
we do lots of other things.”

“T shall come with you next time you go.” And Doug-
las’s tone was firm.

“No,” said- Betty; “you'll be one too many. I don’t
want Molly, and I don’t want you. I’ve got Prince, and I
don’t want no one else.”

It was thus she aired her triumphs daily, and it was by
such speeches that she revealed how much she had felt and
suffered in times past by being so constantly left out in the
cold. And Prince was daily becoming more and more com-
panionable. Not one doubt did Betty ever entertain as to
his not understanding or caring for her long confidences. He
slept in a little basket at the foot of her bed. She was
wakened by his wet kisses in the morning, and he liked noth-
ing better than snuggling into bed with her. Tucking his
little black nose under her soft chin, he would place a paw
on each of her shoulders and settle off into a reposeful sleep ;
while Betty would lie perfectly still, gazing at him with loving
eyes, and every now and then giving him a gentle squeeze
and murmuring, “ You’re my very own, my darling, and I
love you.”

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Betty and Prince had been straying through the lanes, and ©

had suddenly come upon the old sexton, who was leaning

over his cottage gate smoking a short clay pipe.

Betty’s face dimpled with smiles.

““May I come in and see your little house?” she asked.
“Prince and I want something to do. Douglas and Molly
are lying in a hammock and making up stories, and the twins
are no company.”

“Come in, come in, my dear, and welcome; but ’tis a
lonesome kind o’ home with only me in it; ’twas very differ-
ent once on a time.”

He led the way up a narrow path through rows of cab-
bages and sweet peas, and ushered her into a tiny kitchen,
clean, but rather untidy. Betty looked round with a child’s
admiring eyes. There were great shells on the mantelpiece,
a stuffed owl on a sideboard, and lots of other quaint curi-
osities on some shelves in a recess.

Then she climbed into a big rocking-chair.’

“This is lovely,” she said ; “‘it’s almost as good as a rock-
ing-horse, if you go very fast.”

The old man stood looking at her for a minute, then seated

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himself on the low window-seat and went on smoking. When
Betty had swung herself violently to and fro for some min-
utes, she asked:

“ Have you been busy digging graves to-day?”

“No; ’tis a fortnight since I had one; the season has bin
rare and healthy.”

“Then what have you been doing?” demanded the child.

“Oh, I don’t let the time slip by; there are a many things
I turn my hand to. I digs my ’taters up, and gardens a bit
first thing in the mornin’, and I cleans up in my churchyard,
and then I cooks a bit o’ dinner and has a bit o’ gossip with
my neighbors. I’m a sociable sort 0’ chap, though I’m so
lonesome. And I has a bit o’ readin’ on occasions. Are
you a-thinkin’ any more o’ that ’ere tex’ that we was a-argu-
fyin’ on t’other arternoon? ”

Betty nodded.

“Tm always thinking of it,” she said, stopping the motion
of the chair and looking up at him with grave, earnest eyes.

“ Ah, well,so-am I! I’ve hada good bit o’ readin’, too;
tis a most important thing, the Bible be, and I’ve been giv-
in’ a good bit o’ my mind to it latterly. ‘Twas your calm
tone of sayin’ I must be ready to die if I’d bin through
tribbylation started me off. I couldn’t quite make out about
the washin’, and so I’ve a-looked it up. And I’ve found
out from the old Book that I’m as black a sinner as ever
lived on this ’ere blessed earth.”

“ How dreadful!” Betty said in an awed, shocked tone;
“and you told me you were so good! I never knew grown-
up people were wicked; I thought it was only children.
What made you find it out ?”

“ Well, twas readin’ what we ought to live like first knocked
me down. I got a-lookin’ through them there epistles, and
got awful cast down. And then I thinks to mysel’, p’r’aps,
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arter all, Paul and such like were too severe; so I went to
the gospels, for I’ve always heerd the gospels tell of love,
and not judgment; but I wasn’t comforted by them, not a
bit—not even when I turned up the sheep chapter that I
used for to learn as a little ’un. It says there, ‘My sheep
hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.’ And
I says to myself, ‘Reuben, you’ve never a-listened to His
voice ; you’ve a-gone your own way all your life through, and
you ain’t a-follered Him one day in all the sixty and eight
years you’ve a-bin on this ’ere blessed earth!’ Well, I began
to think I’d better say that prayer my dear old missis a-told
me: ‘Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.’ And then
‘twas last Toosday night about seven o’clock I got the an-
swer.”

The old man paused, took his pipe out of his mouth, and
looked up at the blackened rafters across his little kitchen
with a quivering smile about his lips, while Betty, with knitted
brows, tried hard to follow him in what he was saying.

“TI was a-turnin’ over the leaves of the old Book,” he con-
tinued, “when I come to a tex’ which stared me full in the
face, and round it was penciled a thick black line, which was
the doin’ of my missis. I'll read it for you, little maid.”

He rose and took from the shelf a large family Bible.
Placing it on the table, he turned over its leaves with a
trembling hand, and then his voice rang out with a solemn
triumph in it: “ ‘Come now, and let us reason together, saith
the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as
white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall
be as wool.’ My knees began to tremble, for I says to my-
self, ‘Reuben, ’tis the Lord’s voice to thee.’ And I drops
down on the floor, just where you're a-sittin’, missy, and I
says, ‘Amen, so be it, Lord.’ I gets up with a washed soul
—washed in the blood of the Lamb.”

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There was silence; the old man’s attitude, his upward
gaze, his solemn emphasis, awed and puzzled Betty.

“ And now youve in the text!” she said at last, somewhat
wistfully, as she drew Prince to her and lifted him into her
lap.

“TI shall be one o’ these days, for certain sure,” was old
Reuben’s reply; “but ’tis the Lord that will put me there—
tis His washin’ that has done it.”

“That’s what Miss Fairfax said; she said it wasn’t tribu-
lation would bring us to heaven. She made me sing:





‘There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;

- He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven and let us in.’



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But I’m quite sure God won’t mean me to stand in the middle
of those people round the throne, if I haven’t been through
tribulation; I’m quite sure He won’t! I shall find myself
in a mistake if I try to creep in among them; and oh, I
want to be there! I want to be there!”

Tears were welling up, and Prince wondered why he was
clutched hold of so convulsively by his little mistress.

Reuben looked at her, rubbed his head a little doubtfully,
and then straightened himself up with a sudden resolve.

‘Look here, little maid, you just a-foller me; I’m a-goin’
to the church.”

Up-Betty sprang; her tears were brushed away; and she
and Prince danced along by the side of the old man, her
doubts and fears dispersing for the time.

But Reuben was very silent. He led her into the cool,
dark church and up the side aisle to the tomb of little Violet
Russell. There he stopped and directed the child’s gaze

above it to the stained-glass window.
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“Can you read the tex’, little maid?”

“Yes,” said Betty, brightly ; “why, even Bobby and Billy
know that: ‘Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and
forbid them not.’ ”

“And that’s what the Lord says,” the old man went on.

“Did He say the children were to have tribbylation afore
they comed to Him? Why, for sure not! And if you, little
missy, go straight into His arms when you gets to heaven,
you'll be safe enough, and He’ll know where to put you.”

Betty’s little face beamed all over. :

“And He will love me even if I haven’t been through
tribulation? ”

“Why, for sure He will.” os

Betty gave a happy little sigh. v 7

‘“‘T tell you what, now,” Reuben added; “if you're a-
wantin’ to have tribbylation made clear to you, I'll take you
down to see old Jenny—‘praychin’ Jenny,’ she used to be
called, for she used to hold forth in chapel better than a
parson. And she’s bin bedridden these twelve year; but she
can learn anybody about the Bible. She knows tex’s by
thousands. There bain’t no one can puzzle Jenny over the
Bible.”

“Ts she very ill?” asked Betty.

“She’s just bedridden with rheumatics, that’s all; but ’tis
quite enough, and I was calkilatin’ only t’other day that I'll
have to be diggin’ her grave afore Christmas.”

“Will you take me to see her now?”

“For sure I will.”

Out of the cool church they went, and along the hot, dusty
road, till they reached a low, thatched cottage by the wayside.
Reuben lifted the latch of the door and walked right in.

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“Who be there? ”

“Tis only Reuben and a little lass that wants to see you.”
And Betty was led round the screen to a big four-post bed
with spotlessly clean hangings and a wonderful patchwork
quilt. Lying back on the pillows was one of the sweetest
old women that Betty had ever seen. A close frilled night-
cap surrounded a cheery, withered face—a face that looked
as if nothing would break the placid smile upon it, nothing
would dim the joy and peace shining through the faded blue
eyes.

Betty held out her little hand.

“ How do you do?” she said. “ This old man has brought
me to see you; he said you would tell me about tribulation.”

“Bless your dear little heart! Lift her up on the foot of
the bed, Reuben. Why, what a bonny little maid! And
who may she be?”

“She be lodgin’ at Farmer Giles’s, and be troubled in her
mind concarnin’ tribbylation.”

The old woman reached over and laid a wrinkled hand on
the soft, childish one.

“Then tell old Jenny, deary, what it is.”

Betty was quite ready to do so, and poured forth such a
long, incoherent story that it was very difficult to understand
her. Jenny did not quite take in her perplexity.

“Aye, deary, most of us has tribbylation in some form or
tother. I often think, as I lie lookin’ at my patchwork quilt,
that it be just a pictur’ of our life—a little bit o’ brightness
and then a patch o’ dark; but the dark is j’ined to the bright,
and one never knows just what the next patch will be. But
the One who makes it knows; He’s a-workin’ in the pattern,
and the black, dark bits only serve to show up the bright
that’s a-comin’.”

“ Aye,” said Reuben, sinking into a chair; ‘I mind plenty
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o” black days in my life; but I’ve had a many bright ’uns
too—aye, and one white ’un, and that were last Toosday.
It be a fine patch o’ white in my quilt, Jenny!”

““Tribbylation!” said the old woman, musingly. “I mind
o’ several verses on it: ‘In the world ye shall have tribby-
lation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.’
‘We must through much tribbylation enter into the kingdom
of God.’ ‘We glory in tribbylations also; knowing that trib-
bylation worketh patience.’ ‘Who shall separate us from
the love of Christ? shall tribbylation?’ Ah, tribbylation is
tryin’ to the flesh, but ’tis for the improvin’ of the soul.”

“And does everybody have it except children?” asked
Betty, with a solemn face.

“T think as how most folks have it in one form or t’other;
the saints get it surely, for ‘whom the Lord loveth He chas-
teneth, and scourgeth every son whom He receiveth.’”

“What does ‘chasteneth’ mean?”

“ Punish, I take it, deary ; your father and mother punishes |
you at times, don’t they?” 4

“No, never; only nurse.” /

“Ah, well; and doesn’t she desire your good? She don’t f
do it just to spite you.”

“‘T s’pose it’s for my good,” said Betty, doubtfully.

“Tribbylation will allays be a mystery,” went on the old
woman, speaking more to Reuben than the child. “We
must bow our heads and take it, whether we like it or no;
and it’s wonderful strange how differently folks take it!
Seems to me, as the Bible puts it, it’s just a fire, and whiles
some, like wax, gets melted and soft by it, t’others are like
the clay—they gets hard and unbendable. I’ve known lots
o’ both those sorts in my time; ’tis only by keeping close to
the Hand that smites that you feels the comfort and healing
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the devil come a-sympathizin’ and a-groanin’ with you, then
it’s all bitterness through and through.”

“ Aye,” said Reuben; “me and the devil have oft sat down
together over my troubles, and he do know how to make ’em
werry black!”

Betty’s round eyes and puzzled gaze at this assertion made
Reuben adopt another tone.

“But here’s this little lass, Jenny, a-wantin’ to have trib-
bylation for fear she shouldn’t be one o’ the Lord’s people
after all.”

The old woman looked across at the child, and then she
nodded brightly at her.

“And you ‘shall have it, deary; the Lord will send it
surely; and when you're in the midst o’t, you mind these
words o’ the Lord’s: ‘Be thou faithful unto death, and I
will give thee a crown of life.’ It’s in tribbylation our faith
fails; we can’t see in the dark, and we mistrust our Guide.”

Betty’s face lit up at these words, and she brushed away
some glittering drops from her long lashes.

“You think I shall really have it? ” she questioned eagerly.

“Surely you will in some form or t’other, and p’r’aps be-
fore you’re a growed-up woman. I sometimes think little
folks’ troubles are as big as the older folks’.”

Betty did not hear much more of the conversation that
followed. Old Jenny had done more to comfort and satisfy
her than any one else, and she left the cottage with Reuben,
saying:

“T like Jenny very much, and so does Prince; we will
come and see her again.”

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Mo tty and Douglas were up in an apple-tree in the or-
chard, late one afternoon, when Betty and Prince came
rushing by.

“Hullo! where are you going? ” shouted Douglas.

Betty came to a standstill, and Prince likewise, the latter
putting his tongue out and looking up inquiringly as he
panted for breath,

Betty cut a caper. “I’m going to spend the day with
Miss Fairfax to-morrow—me and Prince. Hurray!”

And Prince danced round his little mistress’s legs with
delighted barks. :

“T don’t believe it,” said Molly, looking down through the
leafy branches. “ Didn’t she ask us too?”

“No, only me; she said she’d ask you another day.”

“Where did you see Miss Fairfax? ”

“Tn church; she has been making the loveliest music, and
Prince and I have been singing.”

“Prince singing!” said Douglas, contemptuously. “I
should like to hear him!”

“He does,” Betty said eagerly; “he really does. He kind
of whines in his throat and up his nose, and sometimes he
puts up his head, opens his mouth wide, and gives a lovely

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howl. And he looks awfully pleased when he’s done it; he
thinks he sings very nicely. Where’s nurse?”

“‘She’s washing Bobby; he tumbled right into the pigsty,
and came out a disgusting objec’.”

“Ts she rather cross?”

“Of course she is; she won’t let you go to Miss Fairfax
if you ask her now.”

“Then I’ll wait till tea.”

Betty threw herself down on the grass, and Prince sat at
her feet, thumping his tail on the ground and watching in-
tently every change that flitted across her face. Now and
then he would make a snap at some flies; if Betty spoke to
him his whole body would wriggle with ecstasy ; he seemed
to live on her smiles and caressing words.

“Tt will be very dull to spend the day with a grown-up
person,” said Douglas, presently; “I’m glad she didn’t ask
me; I never do care for grown-up persons.”

His lordly air in making this assertion helped to fortify
Molly, who was bitterly disappointed in not being included
in the invitation.

“T love her,” exclaimed Betty; “she’s the nicest grown-
up I’ve ever seen. She does laugh so, and isn’t a bit proper.”

“Well, you'll be sick of it before the day is over—you see
if you aren’t! Now Molly and I are going to have a lovely
day. Would you like to know what we’re going to do?”

Molly listened eagerly, for Douglas’s plans were always
sudden and unexpected.

“We're going off directly after breakfast with our dinner
in our basket, and we’re going down to the brook. I’m
going to build a bridge over it at the widest part!”

Both sisters looked aghast at this audacity.

“ What will you build it of? ” questioned Betty, skeptically.

“Of stones and clay. We shall make the clay down there,
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and I shall put a few boards in, and make it all smooth with
some putty that I saw in the stable.”

“You will fall in the water and get drowned,” said Betty.
And then she jumped up and ran off to the house to escape
a pelting shower of small green apples from her irate brother.

Nurse made a few objections at first when she heard of
Betty’s invitation ; but when she knew that Miss Fairfax was
going to call for her little guest, and had promised to bring
her safely back again, she gave the required permission, and
Betty’s sleep that night was full of wonderful dreams about
her coming visit.

She woke very early the next morning, and was full of
confidences to Prince of all that they were going to do and
say. She gave nurse no rest after breakfast until she had
dressed her in her best white frock and tan shoes and stock-
ings; then, with her large white Leghorn hat and little white
silk gloves, she sat up on a chair in the best front parlor,
feeling very important, and making a dainty little picture as
she sat there. Prince had a piece of pink ribbon tied round
his neck; Mrs. Giles had produced it from her work-basket,
and had gained a fervent kiss and hug from the little maiden

aereby.

At last Nesta arrived in a low pony carriage, to Betty’s
intense delight. She wished that Molly and Douglas had
waited to see her step in and drive off; but they had run off
half an hour before, nurse having packed them a lunch-basket
as desired.

Nesta smiled at the excited child, as she and Prince tumbled
themselves into the carriage with a good deal of fuss; but
when they were once off, driving through the shady lanes,
Betty folded her little hands demurely round Prince in her
lap, and upon her face came that dreamy look her friend so

loved to see. She did not ask questions, and the drive was
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a quiet one, until they at length drove through some iron
gates round a thick shrubbery, and up to a big white house
with green Venetian shutters and a brilliant show of roses in
front. Betty was lifted out and taken up some low stone
steps into a broad, old-fashioned hall. It seemed very cool
and quiet inside; thick, soft rugs lay about the tiled floor,
large pots of flowering shrubs stood here and there, and at
the farther end was an open door with striped awning out-
side, and a glimpse of a smooth, grassy lawn and bright
flower-beds.

Nesta opened a door and led Betty into a darkened room,
full of sweet scents of heliotrope and roses.

“Now I am going to bring you something, so sit down
and wait for me.”

Betty’s quick eyes were taking in everything; and as for
Prince, his nose was as busy as his eyes, and a low growl
and a stiffening of his ears soon told his little mistress that
he had discovered something objectionable. When Betty
crossed the room on tiptoe she found him in front of a large
mirror, and the snarl on his lips was not pleasant to see as
he faced his mock antagonist.

“O Prince, for shame! I must hold you. What would I
do if you broke that glass? Now come and look at these
beautiful pictures. Look at that lady up there; she has got
a little dog in her arms very like you.”

It was a pleasant morning-room, with plenty of pretty or-
naments scattered about, and after the farm kitchen it had a
great fascination for Betty.

Nesta presently returned with some sponge-cakes and a
glass of raspberry vinegar, which Betty found most refreshing.

“Do you live here all alone?” she asked.

“No,” said Miss Fairfax, smiling; “I have my mother
and sister here. My mother is not very well to-day, but I
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will take you to see my sister now. Come along this way.
Will Prince be good?”

“Yes; he won't bark at all unless he meets another dog.”

Betty trotted along, following her guide across the hall to
another room, where, on a couch near the window, lay a
lady.

“T’ve brought a little visitor to see you, Grace,” Nesta
said in cheery tones. “This is the little girl I was telling
you about the other day.”

“T can’t bear children,” was the fretful reply; “why do
you bring her here?”

But nevertheless she put the book down that she was
reading, and scanned the child from head to foot. Betty’s
grave face and earnest scrutiny in return seemed to vex her
more.

“ How children stare! Do you think me a scarecrow,
child? Can’t you keep your eyes to yourself? What is
your name?”

“Betty.” And the little girl drew to her friend’s side
rather shyly.

“Go and shake hands,” whispered Nesta.

Betty went up to the couch and held out her little hand.
The invalid took it, and the fair, flushed little face seemed
to attract her.

“This is a perfect baby, Nesta; I thought you meant a
much older child. Well, little girl, haven’t you a tongue in
your head? Have you nothing to say? It’s the way of this
house. Here I lie from morning to night without a soul to
speak to, and if I do have a visitor it is half a dozen words
and then off they go! I should like them to lie here and
suffer as I do—perhaps they might have a little more feeling
for an invalid if they did.”

“Are you going to die?” asked Betty, timidly.

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“Take her away!” gasped Miss Grace. “Don’t bring a
child to mock me. And I suppose you will be devoting
yourself to her the whole day, and I shall have no one to
read the paper to me.”

“No,” said Nesta, brightly; ‘I am going to let her play
in the garden, and then I shall come to youas usual. Come
along, Betty; now you and Prince can have a scamper.”

Out into the garden they went. But Betty rubbed her
eyes in bewilderment when she got there. Surely she had
seen this garden before. Was it in her dreams last night?

She tripped across the velvet lawn, answering Nesta’s
questions and remarks rather absently, and then suddenly she
turned round with a beaming face. “I’ve been here before,”
she said; ‘‘I had some lilies from over there, and I came
through that little door in the wall from the wood. Do you
know my lady? She looks like a queen. Does she live with
you?”

Nesta looked perfectly bewildered.

“You must be dreaming, Betty. How could you have
come here? When did you come?”

Betty told her of her adventure in the wood, and Nesta
listened in wonder.

“Tt must have been my mother, and yet I can hardly un-
derstand it. It is unlike her to take any notice of children.”
Then she added, ‘Do you think you can make yourself
happy in the garden, Betty, or would you like to go down
the green walk outside the little gate?”

“Will you open the gate and let me see ?” said Betty,
thoughtfully.

Nesta took her to it, and then for a moment they stood
silent, looking down the green avenue, with the golden sun-
shine glinting through the leafy trees, and the tall bracken
swaying to and fro in the summer breeze.

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“Which do you like best, Betty, the garden or this? ”

Betty turned and looked behind her at the lovely flowers
and beautifully kept grass and gravel walks, and then she
heaved a little sigh as she looked out into the wood.

“My beautiful old lady asked me that question before,
and I thought then I liked the garden, but now I like this
green walk best,” she said.

“You prefer nature uncultivated, don’t you? So do I.
But I do not often come out here. This is my mother’s
favorite spot.”

“Did you say ‘nature’? ” questioned Betty, eagerly. ‘Do
you mean Mother Nature? You said you would show her
to me one day.”

“So I did; I have quite forgotten. Well, there she is out
there, Betty. Nature is God’s beautiful earth: the country,
the birds, the rabbits, and the squirrels—everything that He
makes and that man leaves alone.”

“JT don’t understand.” And the child’s white brow was
creased with puckers. “I thought she was a woman; Mr.
Roper said she was; he said he had learned many a lesson
from her.”

“And so have I,” said Nesta, softly. “Listen, Betty.
Sometimes I have gone out of doors tired and worried andsad ;
I have wandered through the wood, and the sweet sounds
and sights I have heard and seen in it have brought me home
rested and refreshed. They have spoken to me of God’s
love and God’s care and God’s perfection. You are too
little to understand me, I expect, but you will when you get
older. God makes everything beautiful, and He watches
over the tiny birds and insects whom no one but Himself
ever sees. The tiniest flower is noticed by Him, and all His
works in nature lead us to think of Him and to remember

how He loves and cares for us.”
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Betty’s blue eyes were raised earnestly upward.

“God does love everything, doesn’t He? And He loves
Prince just as much as He does you and me.”

Nesta hesitated. “I think, darling, God has a different
love for us to what He has for animals. We have cost the
dear Saviour His life; our souls have been redeemed. Ani-
mals have no souls; they do not know the difference between
right and wrong—”

“But Prince does,” broke in Betty, hastily; “he knows
lots of the Bible, for I’ve told him about it, and I read the
‘Peep of Day’ to him on Sunday. He likes it; he lies quite
still on my lap, and folds his paws, and listens like anything.
And I’ve told him about Jesus dying for him, and how he
must try to be good. And he does try; he wanted to run
after some little chickens yesterday, and I called him and
told him it was wicked, and he came away from them di-
rectly ; and I know he wanted to go after them dreadfully,
for he was licking his lips and glaring at them!”

This outburst from Betty was too much for Nesta. She
looked at her with perplexity, then wisely turned the subject,
and after a few minutes’ more chat left her and went back
to the house.

Betty wandered out into the wood, and then, seating her-
self on a soft bank surrounded by ferns and foxgloves, she
drew Prince to her.

“Come, you little darling, how do you like this? Isn't it
lovely to be spending a day in that lovely house, and not
have to be shut out with only some lilies to take away? Do
you like it, Prince? And do you think we shall see that nice
queen and find out if she sent you in a basket to me?’ Do
you understand about nature, Prince? I wish I did, but it’s
the earth, I think. You put your mouth down and kiss it.
Isn’t it nice and soft?”

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And then, laying her curly head on the velvet moss, Betty
pressed her lips to it, whispering, ‘‘ Mother Nature, Mr. Roper
sent you his love and a kiss.”

Prince was not content to stay as quiet as this for long,
and when a rabbit popped out from a hole close by, he was
after it like lightning. Betty tore after him delightedly, and
a scamper removed from her busy little mind for the time
thoughts that were beginning to trouble her.

When Nesta returned to the garden half an hour after,
she found Betty deep in conversation with the old gardener,
and Prince was hunting for snails in a thick laurel hedge /
close by.

“We didn’t stay out in the wood very long,” Betty ex-
plained; “we got tired of running after rabbits.”

“You must come in to luncheon now; I want you to come
up to my room to wash your face and hands.”

“Will the cross lady be at lunch?” asked Betty, as she
trotted up the broad oak stairs a few minutes later.

“Hush, dear—she is ill, remember. I don’t think she
will lunch with us.”’

Nesta took her little visitor through a long passage to a
pretty bedroom, and Betty looked about at all the pictures
and knickknacks, asking ceaseless questions, and fingering
everything that she could get hold of. Her curls were
brushed out, her hands and face washed, and then she was
brought down to the large drawing-room.

“This is my little friend, mother,” said Nesta, going in.

A tall figure turned round from the window, and Betty saw
her mysterious lady once again. She looked colder and
sterner than ever, and put up her gold pince-nez to scan the
little new-comer down; but Betty’s radiant face, dimpling all
over with pleasure as she held up her face for a kiss, brought
a softer gleam to the old gray eyes, and, to her daughter’s

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astonishment, Mrs. Fairfax stooped to give the expected
kiss.

“Tt is the little trespasser,” she said. “I did not know I
should see you again so soon.”

Then she turned to Nesta. “ Grace informed me she in-
tended to lunch with us. She is in the dining-room already,
so we will wait no longer.”

They walked in silence across to the dining-room, and
Betty, awed by the big table, the noiseless butler, and the
cold, formal stateliness of the meal, sat up in her big chair,
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tate her more. At length she gave a little start and scream.
“TJ am sure there is a dog in the room!” she exclaimed.
“ How often have I told you, Jennings,”—this to the butler,
—““to keep the dogs out of our rooms!”
“Tt’s my dog,” said Betty, at once; “it’s only Prince. He
always sits under my chair; he’s such a dear, he waits as
quiet as a mouse.”

“Take him out of the room at once, Jennings; I can’t
eat another mouthful while he is here. You ought never to
have allowed him to come in!”

“O Grace, he won't hurt you!” said Nesta, remonstrating.

Miss Fairfax put her knife and fork together and leaned
back in her chair.

“Very well; as my nerves are never considered in the
least, it is useless for me to speak; I had better go back to
my room. I am continually being urged to join you at
meal-times, yet when I do I am expected to go through the
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and setting every nerve in my head quivering and throb-
bing.”

“Take the dog outside,” said Mrs. Fairfax, quietly ; then,
turning to Betty, who looked very perturbed and flushed, she
said, ‘‘ Jennings will take care of him, and he shall have some
dinner in the kitchen.”

“He won't be beaten, will he? He didn’t know it was
wrong to follow me.” And Betty’s eyes began to fill with
tears as she saw Prince seized by the scruff of his neck and
carried off, in spite of indignant growls and snaps.

“No, he won’t be beaten,” she was assured ; but after this
she had no appetite for her dinner, and when the ladies rose
from the table she ran up to Mrs. Fairfax.

“May I have Prince again now? He’s so very good. I
want him dreadfully.”

“Yes, he shall be brought to you. What are you going to
do with the child, Nesta?”

“T will take her out into the garden, mother. But I hear
old Mrs. Parr has come up for some linseed meal I promised
her. Her husband is very ill again with bronchitis. I shall
not be gone long.”

“Then Betty shall come upstairs with me.”

Again Nesta wondered, but wisely said nothing.

Prince came scampering across the hall, and Betty, now
completely happy, took hold of Mrs. Fairfax’s hand and went
upstairs into a lovely little boudoir, where she sat down in a
low, cushioned seat by the window and chattered away to
her heart’s content.

“Did you send Prince to me? You did, didn’t you? IT
knew it was you! He is such a darling, and it makes me
into a couple, which I’ve never been before.”

Mrs. Fairfax smiled; she seemed to lose some of her stiff-
ness when with Betty alone.

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“And is he as much a companion as another brother or
sister might be? ”

“T think he’s much nicer. I wouldn’t have any one in-
stead of him for all the world.”

“What have you been doing with yourself since I saw
you?”

“Lots and lots of things. I go to church to hear Miss
Fairfax play the organ, and I take flowers to dead Violet;
and I have got into lots of scrapes, but I don’t think I’m
quite as naughty here as I used to be in the City. At least
we can’t quite make it out. Douglas was saying, the other
day, nurse lets him climb any trees here; but if he tried to
climb a lamp-post, or even one of the trees in the parks, in
the City, he was always being whipped or put into Cells for
it. And in the country we can go out without gloves, and
run races along the roads, and swing on gates, and we never
get punished at all. We don’t want to go back to the City;
it’s so dreadfully hard to be good there.”

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so would Prince.” After a pause she went on: “ You see,
there’s a good deal more going on in the country than in the
City. We know a lot more people, and there’s always some-
thing fresh happening. Now in the City every day is the
same, and we have only the nursery to play in; we get so
tired of it. At the farm where we live we’re always having
nice surprises: lots of little calves are born quite suddenly,
or little horses, and we don’t know anything about it till we
go and see them in the morning. Yesterday there were six
little black pigs—such little beauties! And then we have so
many more people to talk to. There's Farmer and Mrs.

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Giles, and Sam, and all the carters, and the old man who
digs the graves, and old Jenny, and you, and Miss Fairfax,
and Mr. Russell—but I’ve only seen him once.”

Betty paused for breath.

“ And what do you find to talk about to so many people?”

“T’ve been talking rather grave talks with some of them,”
Betty said reflectively, “‘ about tribulation.”

Mrs. Fairfax raised her eyebrows.

“That is very grave talk indeed for such a mite as you.
What do you know about it?”

“T know that everybody has got it except me, and I want
to have it; and old Jenny said I’d be sure to come to it soon.
She’s had it, and Reuben has, and Mr. Russell, and nurse,
and Miss Fairfax has. Has the cross lady downstairs had
it, and have you?”

Mrs. Fairfax’s lips quivered a little as she turned away her
head. The soft, childish fingers were probing the wound,
and she shrank from their touch.

Betty went on dreamily: “I often wonder what it’s like,
and whether you feel like Christian did in the dark valley ;
but he got through it all right at last! I should like to come
right through it into the middle of the text, and Jenny says
I shall some day.”

There was glad triumph in her tone.

“What text?” asked Mrs. Fairfax, looking out of the
window and away to the green woods in the distance.

Betty repeated once more the familiar words:

“These are they which came out of great tribulation, and
have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood
of the Lamb.’ How glad they must be to have had it!
Don’t you think so?”

And then the stately Mrs. Fairfax sat down and took Betty
upon her knee; drawing her close to her till she had the little
92





A Little Messenger

dark curly head resting against her shoulder, she bent her
head to hers and said almost passionately :

“God grant you will never know such trouble as mine,
little one—trouble that turns your heart to stone and blots
all heaven from your sight!”

Betty put her little arms round her neck.

“Old Jenny said I should have it,” she repeated; ‘and
she told me when I was in the middle of it to remember,
‘Be thou faithful unto death’—I forget the other part.”

There was silence for some moments, then Mrs. Fairfax
kissed the upturned face.

“Now run downstairs, little woman, and find Nesta. I
will say good-by now, for I shall not see you again.”

Betty obeyed instantly, and when she had gone, for the first
time for many a long month, the sorrowful woman knelt in
prayer. “God help me! ” she cried. ‘I have been an un-
faithful servant, and have refused to turn to Thee for com-
fort.”

The rest of the afternoon was as delightful as the morning
to Betty. She visited the stables and poultry-yard; she
picked strawberries and ate them while she picked; she
gathered a large nosegay of flowers to take home to nurse;
and then at four o’clock she came in to a delicious little
tea in the cool, shady parlor. Miss Fairfax was lying
on the sofa there, but she seemed to like to hear the child
talk, and even condescended to allow Prince to come inside
to receive a lump of sugar on his nose, while he sat up and
begged.

“T’ve had a lovely day,” said Betty, as Nesta was putting
on her hat upstairs in the bedroom.

“And so have I,” responded Nesta, laughing. “ You have
been very good company, Betty; I shall be quite dull when

you are gone.”
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The Odd One

“Have you no one to talk to when I’m not here? Are
you an odd one?”

“Perhaps I may be.”

“Why don’t you make yourself into a couple with some
one, like Prince and me?”

But this made Nesta’s soft eyes fill with tears, and Betty
felt very uncomfortable until she was kissed and told she
was the funniest little chatterbox living. The pony carriage
came round, and a little later she was being driven home,
rather tired, and very happy at her day’s outing.

Nesta left her at the gate and drove silently home. Betty
had brought a good deal of brightness into her life, and
though she was always outwardly so cheery in her manner,
her heart was often heavy and sore. It was not a cheerful
house, and as, an hour later, she tried to enliven the solemn
dinner-table, expecting, as usual, to meet with no response
but grumbles from Grace and chilling indifference on the
part of her mother, she was surprised by Mrs. Fairfax’s efforts
to take part in the conversation.

“That child is an original character,” she observed. ‘Do
you know who they are, Nesta?”

“Yes; Mr. Crump was telling me the other day. Their
father is the member for Stonycroft, and their mother that
Mrs. Stuart who is so busy in philanthropical objects in
town. She was one of the Miss Champneys—the clever
Miss Champneys, as we used to call them. I think the
children must inherit the talents of their parents, for, though
they are regular little pickles for mischief, they are all origi-
nal in their way. Betty thinks the most, I should say; the
others seem to live in dreamland half their time. I came
across the other girl and boy in an old willow-tree the other
day. I spoke to them, but was hushed up at once by the
boy, who put his fair curly head out of the branches and said,





A Little Messenger

‘You're not to speak to us just now; we’re hiding from the
queen of the brook! She comes dashing down in foam, she’s
so angry with us; and if she splashes us, we shall be turned
into black dogs and have to go on all fours till dinner-time!’

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nurse.”’ a“

“ Betty is not enough of a child,” Mrs. Fairfax said ; “some - a jut
of her sayings are quite uncanny.” an

“Do you think so? She has plenty of life and spirits.
But she is a child of intense feeling. I am afraid she will
suffer for it as she grows older. Yesterday I came upon her
outside the churchyard’ crying as if her heart would break
over a dead frog. I tried to comfort her. ‘Oh,’ she sobbed,
‘I’m so afraid Prince has killed it. I didn’t see him, but he
may have; and he doesn’t look a bit sorry. What shall I
do if he grows up a murderer?’”

Mrs. Fairfax would have thought Betty a stranger child
still if she could have seen her that evening tossing in her
little bed.

Molly was fast asleep. Nurse had left the room, and all
was quiet; but Betty was going over in her busy little mind
the events of the past day. At last she stretched out her
hand to Prince in his basket.

“She said you had no soul, Prince; I wonder if you
haven't? I wish you’d say prayers to God; I’m sure God
will give you a soul if you ought to have one! Prince, wake
up ! ”

Prince rolled over, shook himself, and jumped up on the
bed, wondering what was the reason of this summons. ~

Betty sat up with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “ Come
here, Prince. Now beg! That’s right. Now say a prayer
—just a very little one. I pray for you, darling, every night,
but you're big enough to pray yourself. God will know your

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The Odd One

language if you speak to Him, and you can just speak secret
to Him—I do often. Now, Prince—no, don’t lick my hand,
and keep your tail still. I wish you’d shut your eyes. I'll
put my hand over them—there! Now, Prince, ask God to
give you a soul, and forgive your sins, and take you to heaven
when you die.”

Betty bent her head in silence, while for two minutes Prince
kept perfectly still; then she took her little hands from his
eyes, and he gave a quick, short bark of delight, perhaps in
anticipation of a lump of sugar for this new trick taught him.
If so, he was disappointed ; he was only kissed and put back
into his basket. And Betty laid her little head on the pillow,
but only half satisfied. “O God,” she murmured sleepily,
“if Prince hasn’t prayed properly, please forgive him, and
give him a soul, and make him a good dog, for Jesus Christ’s
sake. Amen.”



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A DARING FEAT

Ir was a hot afternoon in July. The children had tired
themselves out with play, and were resting under some shady
trees near the farm. By and by Betty wandered off into a
neighboring corn-field, and, resting her head against an old
log of wood in the corner of it, went fast asleep, while Prince
sat at her feet keeping a faithful watch over his little mistress.
Mr. Russell, sauntering through a foot-path in the field, came
up and looked at them, and his artist’s eye was at once
charmed with the picture they made. He stood and, taking
out his sketch-book, drew a rapid outline of Betty’s little
figure as she lay there, one hand grasping some red poppies,
and the other arm thrown behind her curly head. Prince
was also sketched, and then Betty awoke. She looked con-
fused at first, then jumped to her feet.

“Don’t be frightened,” said Mr. Russell, gravely. “Do
you live near here?”

Betty pointed out the farm.

“And do you think you would be allowed to come to my
house one day for me to make a picture of you?”

Betty colored with pleasure.

“T’ll ask nurse. All by myself?”

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'2011-12-21T05:57:43-05:00'
describe
'1856' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQL' 'sip-files00042.txt'
d094c90064c3d2a5ff41adbb8e17ac4c
b4b8e1ba1d96d47d137541be888ecda495230543
'2011-12-21T05:56:14-05:00'
describe
'1714' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQM' 'sip-files00043.txt'
ea3db181ec6e807ebd1989789801bae6
9dabf4b645476fe954d86139664aa5f24f27c768
'2011-12-21T05:54:54-05:00'
describe
'1906' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQN' 'sip-files00044.txt'
e862337202f3199888353127ab8e0f50
f03bb06647427cccfe9ede03ab55c55b003deefe
'2011-12-21T05:54:02-05:00'
describe
'1706' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQO' 'sip-files00045.txt'
814cfd6b777ec2b3055d068256ea76c0
ce354528af0984b171d9f229077f30cffadbdf52
'2011-12-21T05:56:12-05:00'
describe
'1299' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQP' 'sip-files00046.txt'
c8ac5f536af1c5c6ca55c1c3d3c0f83c
a5dc1d88577820c4dec85a30cdb50b61fdcfa680
'2011-12-21T05:54:59-05:00'
describe
'1147' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQQ' 'sip-files00047.txt'
55aa940bff4bea3c21df4a1529c1e246
4a6ac892ec87c23c62047f0243b08c5ed0926ff2
describe
'1812' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQR' 'sip-files00048.txt'
2fe0424c5b3aa9e65158e2d1852c47ce
6ba030139fa30f3f073ee695b005f5fe4a8668e0
'2011-12-21T05:57:11-05:00'
describe
'1715' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQS' 'sip-files00049.txt'
dc88b6254e250be3f4d0744247e8355f
5adecdd09bea4797ff60ac1cc171d626874ecd23
'2011-12-21T05:54:04-05:00'
describe
'2002' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQT' 'sip-files00050.txt'
57f55424e810933f5b1b229d493fd5e0
dde9eac869b14ffa598ba4c0f83c1b16e8cfa733
'2011-12-21T05:52:51-05:00'
describe
'1780' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQU' 'sip-files00051.txt'
3b619c289787f42367d05d7a4aa12ee9
170afa6bbeae978528c5a437c3fa517e7540caa3
'2011-12-21T05:54:39-05:00'
describe
'1783' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQV' 'sip-files00052.txt'
cc0cb712f9acc2e2aeb1a3396e617fe9
3de4dcb186e42796f3a5da26565277cc87244914
'2011-12-21T05:53:46-05:00'
describe
'2052' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQW' 'sip-files00053.txt'
61384dc37145c2d5f8ea0c091c79b791
7e2d815376a9340eef6df7476ff7434f4c0d0d32
'2011-12-21T05:54:55-05:00'
describe
'1874' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQX' 'sip-files00054.txt'
0b5b4408afc68dbb1fe4224da9230fb4
d4fc0e12f0d22b38c12f0b7b641439577a408388
'2011-12-21T05:55:00-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'1831' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQY' 'sip-files00055.txt'
f9d8d5d22962ec54b7cf3babae1ae310
4f2d9de57c2f3caab25851d4ea54e42b9c6688ba
'2011-12-21T05:57:06-05:00'
describe
'1531' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZQZ' 'sip-files00056.txt'
9a1ead004db28d6dfd17caac0d71ad0f
d7d16b847239a60f0ea3241164d175af0fc6e2ef
'2011-12-21T05:54:53-05:00'
describe
'1470' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRA' 'sip-files00057.txt'
d3e3dd4130227af4b7af0d660b097921
2ff37f15b1712d7e29e731ae2c83e2eeff05d709
'2011-12-21T05:53:45-05:00'
describe
'1793' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRB' 'sip-files00058.txt'
80a6df1e653e24234ca50780cbcd5331
db8a375820c4c7855ecc1325a792e963be5083e0
'2011-12-21T05:57:07-05:00'
describe
'1937' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRC' 'sip-files00059.txt'
3312f8a46f77f5fc173ad1a0767ca69f
e0085e500c825591a856644350da3627fbc1577c
'2011-12-21T05:56:01-05:00'
describe
'1550' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRD' 'sip-files00060.txt'
2803bedaf885d5206c4b414a921d36f5
7c8566fb57b61a130430c9e78ed79ef49366822d
'2011-12-21T05:53:35-05:00'
describe
'1811' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRE' 'sip-files00061.txt'
a9162722fa6fa1e9f99746a09258b81b
68e843782b6e33d9b96e682c8f719fbc8a147a21
'2011-12-21T05:56:57-05:00'
describe
'1487' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRF' 'sip-files00062.txt'
540203eecdcd0d56bf6520e8dc339829
2519f633036d31efd992fff2edfc8b398f2fe793
'2011-12-21T05:53:15-05:00'
describe
'1650' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRG' 'sip-files00063.txt'
cc60d78467cbfc3a31d88145a57f33c8
86119a14aa912bed6c4aed9164998675926892bc
'2011-12-21T05:54:25-05:00'
describe
'1702' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRH' 'sip-files00064.txt'
27dac7213535b4fd5580aae2ef978ae0
bb80cabc9097b001b8f2277e8656a3e6bab61818
'2011-12-21T05:57:51-05:00'
describe
'1886' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRI' 'sip-files00065.txt'
be9ada32436250194c2aadfa23c9a3e8
35a41ccb5c7da008c75d548db9c76a989ade598e
'2011-12-21T05:55:57-05:00'
describe
'1598' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRJ' 'sip-files00066.txt'
1673ee4e3ff6acb2fb465cb211a77fb7
86f59016da539419ed5b6f7784d3b6e93ac52d74
describe
'1393' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRK' 'sip-files00067.txt'
3a3f7e2aaea2d07880479efee4041f70
8c45b02374346e181ec4db417442164304497cd9
'2011-12-21T05:56:52-05:00'
describe
'1838' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRL' 'sip-files00068.txt'
49d93b0f357cff95af1d0b2bad4836fb
074f8dce7b95efc3c1f1228afa85763379f34a75
'2011-12-21T05:54:50-05:00'
describe
'2010' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRM' 'sip-files00069.txt'
6ba96867fb558d63e04ac3bc6bc77c92
8f179d8db334ffe83d3cb8774455fcbca30c7a84
'2011-12-21T05:56:56-05:00'
describe
'1895' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRN' 'sip-files00070.txt'
f369efbd0ab71a72e59bb8d61d253a61
e969f1551570cedbde9bd9453b99195043cacf42
'2011-12-21T05:56:32-05:00'
describe
'1800' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRO' 'sip-files00071.txt'
ad45a7a6e1c5c8565bdc49b5ed5473ae
d97e25c2b3d4052ab54885916d2813ae3032f55c
'2011-12-21T05:54:00-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRP' 'sip-files00072.txt'
b6aa7b26fabba007acd7325298b0072a
d258c4d1e7ac484318f4a599d839bf56808437aa
'2011-12-21T05:55:33-05:00'
describe
'1840' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRQ' 'sip-files00073.txt'
2a751d680e776a2d576c5971e85e8712
4df0aad003a3bca1a21e6ae979f8d943d607f338
'2011-12-21T05:54:36-05:00'
describe
'1601' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRR' 'sip-files00074.txt'
f4e25bea224d8376c2dba8ebe285df8c
c570e597668578adbc2b409d9b3602cba9503045
describe
'1281' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRS' 'sip-files00075.txt'
84d378c1b2ad7baf19322a156dbdd1af
82d1b3fc2e9a71922cded3a87e2f90731d6c2eac
'2011-12-21T05:56:27-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRT' 'sip-files00076.txt'
a63906c67505c09543a01ef72a927602
6597d4f3ffe056bf268de834ed28d3164586cd63
describe
'1947' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRU' 'sip-files00077.txt'
f34dbfd18f5a2a1b38133045f568c9f1
200422c19e43d279eab41ec45e0d14d412982e04
'2011-12-21T05:55:07-05:00'
describe
'1727' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRV' 'sip-files00078.txt'
c9796c854b50a8809eaef354a151cf4e
ad4f49b8efcf50a169bcb6d3c14841fca918fb2a
'2011-12-21T05:54:10-05:00'
describe
'1910' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRW' 'sip-files00079.txt'
2600f9e9db075a22f0ed750d5c8fb1c2
b4f9bfd03211427226986a370d5f344b3f4cbcf4
'2011-12-21T05:52:43-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'1777' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRX' 'sip-files00080.txt'
77eeaed55b4d8f114cdd86ad939241c1
5c19241aebd9abc92389f4843e4f45bf01ddff74
'2011-12-21T05:57:18-05:00'
describe
'1903' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRY' 'sip-files00081.txt'
ac5bd6a8c4a6305d4571d50103be3e5b
f92af597b104831e4986311bcff83c27a2a3e2a7
'2011-12-21T05:55:09-05:00'
describe
'1553' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZRZ' 'sip-files00082.txt'
231601ab49b795d4235d1c3cb461890f
b66b5d4f56221637191dc18e076e8196725cb174
describe
'1185' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSA' 'sip-files00083.txt'
d9a8e52bf35a050bfa162272ac812003
346e46f49336bda115c1bd27a86a0dda0c355c04
'2011-12-21T05:55:41-05:00'
describe
'2155' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSB' 'sip-files00084.txt'
a16f3532ccdf6e212ce66b9f61c5ec9f
72f1ea36cbf11e9718c18550741817547847d8d7
'2011-12-21T05:55:47-05:00'
describe
'1942' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSC' 'sip-files00085.txt'
0b3b25d4f59a27867edc892cb6b1fad6
b7f04e597160d266665b6045daae6c66ce0725c8
'2011-12-21T05:56:36-05:00'
describe
'1845' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSD' 'sip-files00086.txt'
bff79497ce4c19c1b2759eeaa0946f09
c6920946302c6dad3d6760634443a697c659aabc
'2011-12-21T05:56:25-05:00'
describe
'1658' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSE' 'sip-files00087.txt'
4429f1f36ae63be0939de9dd531a70ee
b48b747f30b93d4c5cccb9b012b76ba1457f64d6
describe
'1773' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSF' 'sip-files00088.txt'
3632a1ef2bb9e52c408a79b464b07ae8
fabf398d800d508241f5899a0a1d8c5396b42489
'2011-12-21T05:55:34-05:00'
describe
'1752' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSG' 'sip-files00089.txt'
aabbd8a05b5130dc41da13a201e2956d
b649a567584d94518e501c938b113e39045f8911
'2011-12-21T05:57:25-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'2149' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSH' 'sip-files00090.txt'
66712849c5c92f912c7ae3c5b17b3f41
700d3b26db10f845ac5044ef08158ba261390bed
'2011-12-21T05:55:26-05:00'
describe
'1893' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSI' 'sip-files00091.txt'
65c4f10f18b6a7271c354dd319d14bcf
f7aa31148006bbeebd91665f5d41be1ca34f6e29
'2011-12-21T05:55:18-05:00'
describe
'534' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSJ' 'sip-files00092.txt'
773f11ab438314a5910384a687da366a
25a0418e1b9f1347d9beced6e83d8d65cf4a2ca8
'2011-12-21T05:57:09-05:00'
describe
'1390' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSK' 'sip-files00093.txt'
469caa2a4f913e911c50358f92168498
e5d62976d15cc03cdbaad89e488651d74c365219
'2011-12-21T05:54:42-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'1683' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSL' 'sip-files00094.txt'
a12233e2f7977c581a9483eae4edff3b
8024d0a8fbbfc4c329fb1215c73d7f6e51278dae
'2011-12-21T05:56:19-05:00'
describe
'1822' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSM' 'sip-files00095.txt'
deb2974efe5b21343a3b8d92e002f8bb
bc9956e55c00def51fda13763f1b5af74378ec0e
describe
'1724' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSN' 'sip-files00096.txt'
dfdf102d9e4ec1081577ee612edcb1d2
67329ee747cd14e8f2d9ac50da9fed5c4d9a2ea8
'2011-12-21T05:57:22-05:00'
describe
'1726' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSO' 'sip-files00097.txt'
ec57a4c244698e09043faa5c2f7ab00f
ee074fbf5b493492e1b39e1672f69d9ff191ab28
'2011-12-21T05:56:05-05:00'
describe
'1828' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSP' 'sip-files00098.txt'
7e0df7e959a621d5fa8dbece67b4d998
9cc630559658538907ecde4c93cfc294f18a6cba
'2011-12-21T05:55:56-05:00'
describe
'1841' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSQ' 'sip-files00099.txt'
790d98c1f8669595284abc3c2f3fe5da
185f3abc5c0dc1fa649296c51e1e755070a599ed
'2011-12-21T05:56:42-05:00'
describe
'912' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSR' 'sip-files00100.txt'
9a588c758fb0d9dfbd822ddd89f31a13
810f445f2d818c60cb2207bd519aab3e025b7de4
describe
'1173' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSS' 'sip-files00101.txt'
62b80bf5a3bfd28437e69a4cd94edf91
d521d39b73c59b8717b1b7e6e1d43ab4b3e5eaf4
'2011-12-21T05:55:48-05:00'
describe
'1850' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZST' 'sip-files00102.txt'
bdf02b6b89ff9604e8c6510fe3bf75eb
ea957dc86e7cac22a4fb582bd45139d39b08fce6
describe
'1905' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSU' 'sip-files00103.txt'
0baad1c1323611aa8910113a0238a1f2
acff0f9b4ec98125a9bff5b66616a3df378425ab
describe
'1875' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSV' 'sip-files00104.txt'
d950adb7bed48593e6d55157997918e3
78bcade192aa7f19e61027dc137f1ebe76d70427
'2011-12-21T05:53:41-05:00'
describe
'1782' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSW' 'sip-files00105.txt'
2a12848c2947e9614b9916eb02c7b61f
c939ab0b38676df735f19a581cb640ea23a816da
'2011-12-21T05:55:43-05:00'
describe
'1629' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSX' 'sip-files00106.txt'
4fdb83a569e173f44dd9df5c3d7da4b0
718e7fd71b5d76b5f9265734beb32223255dd363
'2011-12-21T05:56:31-05:00'
describe
'1888' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSY' 'sip-files00107.txt'
3683acaad401f09303435c454b6a8250
3e599be282afd25e05936edf5c9c63a6b5a7c50c
'2011-12-21T05:54:05-05:00'
describe
'2442' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZSZ' 'sip-files00108.txt'
b171dc67faf828abc697aa86e6bf0771
25f5de755b7b30f2a0ab33beadf9a744a09f1c3f
'2011-12-21T05:54:34-05:00'
describe
'1814' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTA' 'sip-files00109.txt'
eff251f20892634fb109659c9a71ac62
d6e7fbe50c5ba75e11f3d8b66af623025697ac2c
'2011-12-21T05:52:45-05:00'
describe
'1215' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTB' 'sip-files00110.txt'
f22919fbf9bb0d771ea334d6e9f2046a
4fbe14127c248742a5fb43f801a150adbcc384cd
describe
'1227' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTC' 'sip-files00111.txt'
309673a062310aa4d4b07abb540660c1
0496ec7843a7e3969cbf49f723daa203e8498d99
'2011-12-21T05:57:20-05:00'
describe
'2140' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTD' 'sip-files00112.txt'
5864d1cd0003ed6fd6fde760576dc19b
d7bfe8f1846deafe5577b7289a05d2e0d9a91ac0
'2011-12-21T05:55:39-05:00'
describe
'1987' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTE' 'sip-files00113.txt'
384b17d5d6317b24110859a105596826
13c87427ccc5b89a70bcd94f26bbeea9c8490763
describe
'1974' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTF' 'sip-files00114.txt'
68d47feb9e2ff04882a130d5c7c0fa3e
540f680026c7bc625c7dbfa0ea4ade36d0dd7992
'2011-12-21T05:54:45-05:00'
describe
'1859' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTG' 'sip-files00115.txt'
5d3c5fd43a31942fecf3d77fa1eb7f68
50f51a0a0edf8e2212f85f5db65dece0fd2db129
'2011-12-21T05:54:41-05:00'
describe
'1851' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTH' 'sip-files00116.txt'
38400c4de2b0491416a3364de56a35ea
a4cf976021b1e93af38bc9fb3d61db30a30f982d
'2011-12-21T05:53:08-05:00'
describe
'1842' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTI' 'sip-files00117.txt'
78a1d3fdebe42df75bddd1ea19338cf6
e6bb088d679be2f116b931329c9206e9d2085488
'2011-12-21T05:56:03-05:00'
describe
'1258' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTJ' 'sip-files00118.txt'
29e026c323888f89642202178520e767
2d6e2e31b5d6cb11273289010120ba277d14e435
describe
'1124' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTK' 'sip-files00119.txt'
84ad9652d7812f8fba9488c909c98611
85af5b132275ed96601a3bcb0193cc831de380ce
describe
'1695' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTL' 'sip-files00120.txt'
897e073580c33663455cff0cda7d47ec
c97464d35a4d0f8b2d67fde980af9d2631c0b499
describe
Invalid character
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTM' 'sip-files00121.txt'
45af9fee863bf4923ce045dc9b08492b
70495db4ddeace58c5d4272b7db50ba470e9287f
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTN' 'sip-files00122.txt'
f6fb9c07fbf8f0e0d984d42ec77dc814
5e9b2b0757acfe8a6056860166fa96000d91d5d0
'2011-12-21T05:57:14-05:00'
describe
'1784' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTO' 'sip-files00123.txt'
61a86b9d5bf5d4bc5be1ad242841579c
c30352f2b4af84b221181493d721eb804cffc101
'2011-12-21T05:57:34-05:00'
describe
'1805' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTP' 'sip-files00124.txt'
aa7d8f526a7135ef5151a11bd8e52934
4145a83a4d596ba862e98718a6a766b4ec5910f1
'2011-12-21T05:53:50-05:00'
describe
'1718' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTQ' 'sip-files00125.txt'
a26b4f19f7bb99055e4acb5d96a40827
ae5fe5ba85b154240b269268b9ce2de543cf9084
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTR' 'sip-files00126.txt'
55b910b3f84f1c4073c53b93c32e1a30
9e5964d7f0fda3ebe96e3bd85764f6eb021f37b4
'2011-12-21T05:57:02-05:00'
describe
'1668' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTS' 'sip-files00127.txt'
d47e25badd0ebc24cf9aba8232c15f61
615bbed576b7a36f12ea39c962232743ae3de53e
describe
'1659' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTT' 'sip-files00128.txt'
fa8154071a0c24da40ac9e7666d7a220
adf239aed027cc2400a602d4d3e39669a636a57c
describe
'1370' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTU' 'sip-files00129.txt'
ed0ed2faae1d30f858e534c161f401f2
43b637e8597bf5ad7e65db5a3ab2fd208c555684
describe
'1907' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTV' 'sip-files00130.txt'
5b3b0134f62f084c0adaeb06117296a6
d71570559417b35848606ad3f8b29f36dc858f56
'2011-12-21T05:56:07-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTW' 'sip-files00131.txt'
c4d0eceb31d8bd5d118c36faecf74ee6
b0d30cfed08d31dcc8ce0f15e6e585ba6c74e2f7
'2011-12-21T05:55:16-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTX' 'sip-files00132.txt'
75306162ee49044ff0cc4c43c2461dca
be9574935e3e39916943f121493894ba1a4a1232
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTY' 'sip-files00133.txt'
340929d720e594c950d9728650828efb
ad82bc7d57f69bf146e68fe0c3363fc4619078e2
'2011-12-21T05:54:43-05:00'
describe
'1825' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZTZ' 'sip-files00134.txt'
c4903f7f2f6d6c0b4de6b795affc5f4e
54abe8ab57423f4c7c8e931da462f435851aa631
'2011-12-21T05:53:11-05:00'
describe
'1778' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUA' 'sip-files00135.txt'
592f7799901125216f9f1e3c53f5c78b
808b1ad41f40e3fa97e797e5cd7c43774848dab7
'2011-12-21T05:56:04-05:00'
describe
'1834' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUB' 'sip-files00136.txt'
73a4243eab3c28fdfd6dbfbc272a89b5
ea77788d8e8f982e999a28c3bb79d0a697d98f17
'2011-12-21T05:56:23-05:00'
describe
'323' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUC' 'sip-files00137.txt'
370d9368658db9cbabf9f037fa94067b
ab035b709f11929460c90a2ae640982ea71e338d
'2011-12-21T05:53:01-05:00'
describe
'1199' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUD' 'sip-files00138.txt'
6264348d43c41b44ec4bfa63cf50e56a
ea8a5fbd280e2b83a248cbcd0efd7cd946d84fa8
'2011-12-21T05:57:26-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUE' 'sip-files00139.txt'
b7acb10b46d9b5bee68f9bd1f01e2dff
94130214a24ce8608a94771280febbeca4a17b84
describe
'1734' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUF' 'sip-files00140.txt'
5965af18efec2c6ce81dd35f36860274
9921eeb51ace74a328eabb7acee3a71b5793b6b4
'2011-12-21T05:55:58-05:00'
describe
'1854' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUG' 'sip-files00141.txt'
00914ea1e5e4a914fcb28c7c0852e29f
729d2744b2060b3e074b8c85d606609d73f05cc6
'2011-12-21T05:55:11-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUH' 'sip-files00142.txt'
d8dcd7abd67a84f714ca99820a402391
150eaf94e72622ff5fc3d02d55f8dd8339bc75c2
'2011-12-21T05:55:25-05:00'
describe
'1995' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUI' 'sip-files00143.txt'
c201c7166480a9c24c7dd0d2a68f731f
ab07f146d2f287d324bb2c769a34c686681a6228
'2011-12-21T05:52:54-05:00'
describe
'1914' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUJ' 'sip-files00144.txt'
dff3be01dd368194e0bdf16e4a913bcb
140e785c6feaea3ec71d5b9f8f86c400f7fc9240
describe
'1826' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUK' 'sip-files00145.txt'
b01c128087e994f113c2865bf66294a0
6b3925645fc6edda94fe5bd24a4baf786bfe6a47
'2011-12-21T05:55:28-05:00'
describe
'1541' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUL' 'sip-files00146.txt'
00866ea3accf72b67fdafecf3c708e71
214cb0d6d24ffff2f663906c39192d6655f059d6
'2011-12-21T05:53:30-05:00'
describe
'2804' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUM' 'sip-files00147.txt'
febbd6f38b13eed59ce24db02bca0747
2ec102437fa6ba8b8aff1b12b72ea5cb09fecd61
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUN' 'sip-files00153.txt'
7ed01499cbd88030a1b418b43e50c01b
fde84907a009c6e128f93319bb64e4b6efd00c99
describe
Invalid character
'506' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUO' 'sip-files00154.txt'
c204d6747c07e0cabf2766079b0d9b3b
ebfc31803a9cf1c0a81270093d58f94174a0bc36
describe
Invalid character
'1055' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUP' 'sip-files00001.pro'
637064db684702c7b89497d70cf39e63
4695e2dd7f366d2d840e39beb44cf840827065d7
'2011-12-21T05:55:42-05:00'
describe
'3754' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUQ' 'sip-files00002.pro'
07f9c1d87ad9010549458843c773fbcf
c38b22c8060ab5b7553ec19bd95451522b06dffa
describe
'2354' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUR' 'sip-files00003.pro'
438525c6e39895712b9689629a41febd
9bc9acf6b0be60f7611cd101bb8cc614cdc14fd0
'2011-12-21T05:57:38-05:00'
describe
'554' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUS' 'sip-files00005.pro'
bfe3057da87a27949b15b7ce7cb32b83
61a68da6ac8456e62dc3507b05e4de2f26fd9593
'2011-12-21T05:54:38-05:00'
describe
'8668' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUT' 'sip-files00007.pro'
09dd103840346739a1bcdf24bcb11749
d4da22b258cbeac2f0587c280dae1672137378e4
describe
'2713' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUU' 'sip-files00008.pro'
f53cce1e960757a95911049074fdf7ea
4fa3049cae875dafb7b9d8760f6b96f917c5788a
'2011-12-21T05:54:58-05:00'
describe
'8129' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUV' 'sip-files00009.pro'
c9316d75a470294d31cedad727b8f943
6ae21d49ed07b4d87c44d0c534b289757c468993
describe
'9606' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUW' 'sip-files00010.pro'
c6b272d27c53a0f34ea6eb1e925f3bf0
9567fd1ba23b06ff5a94b573e793b00bc1862a1c
'2011-12-21T05:56:30-05:00'
describe
'30926' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUX' 'sip-files00011.pro'
68211d63ba29552b619d8494e98dd147
2bef837aab63f894c0f0c0b0d5ea6d8b1c7a6ddc
'2011-12-21T05:56:17-05:00'
describe
'45365' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUY' 'sip-files00012.pro'
aeaa4fe7cdfb49de871d2f019935b8d8
5345f475c68bfc96a2af7c842a6a396fe5f38b4c
'2011-12-21T05:53:32-05:00'
describe
'49175' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZUZ' 'sip-files00013.pro'
d9ffcbb272b654ec3b7451fb143588fd
35e0bd55075ad919b926abedc306c0ca8959814d
describe
'47071' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVA' 'sip-files00014.pro'
7db3aebbdabdda33d6bc6a70cbb7adc0
ce66bbdc1dab72b595c0043577746217747328aa
'2011-12-21T05:54:01-05:00'
describe
'41943' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVB' 'sip-files00015.pro'
33efd4f59702b7017da195f6bcc20060
5485e22e9d5331b0f626a43df8445b2e87830f49
describe
'40650' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVC' 'sip-files00016.pro'
31b12bdc553649ee9620a70dcf585a49
eec34d5707a1e49ebbaff470a2baa400d95e0f25
describe
'47544' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVD' 'sip-files00017.pro'
3396630ede419713954b28508160b638
11a35ddd508e0a2fa21193f63c08ae633d1fbc14
'2011-12-21T05:53:14-05:00'
describe
'38004' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVE' 'sip-files00018.pro'
9f9f1c65c8bb26a70ab24ee1812db07c
1fcbde9a2eae27611819ba7b21f129413b789f57
'2011-12-21T05:53:47-05:00'
describe
'27708' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVF' 'sip-files00019.pro'
b426d685db17da1d2c8464c6ff6e4419
a5158e1c57b88aa6f2579071726f000a051553fb
'2011-12-21T05:54:21-05:00'
describe
'40530' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVG' 'sip-files00020.pro'
d9514bca87723d56af0c8a1a1deb4138
143607bb3bfa010825e25c71b0ea9cdf9053b1c6
describe
'45531' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVH' 'sip-files00021.pro'
02d61a22e0914c455f69768ba8e44423
f2171e29b75c40863bca3ea46cfcfea0303558c1
describe
'41489' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVI' 'sip-files00022.pro'
1dde38f33eadedb5f71e4b1b89ff1e11
32c7aeb23cdbfe48703d2ff39abfb1d85a6ad7f0
'2011-12-21T05:53:42-05:00'
describe
'45749' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVJ' 'sip-files00023.pro'
358ee490f4b5c021ee5ee3c1ce7892b4
65248515732102be6d373c4770766abfc31f779b
describe
'43522' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVK' 'sip-files00024.pro'
ad057982c5c84358ae5ca07f84048838
ec28b5bdc4686328555e21db46dc5401e4514b8d
'2011-12-21T05:56:48-05:00'
describe
'40732' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVL' 'sip-files00025.pro'
f6632f0ca3f35cd012411c96aa97bc04
041ce6cac1d536834af77f31a7ac91a2310e1cd2
'2011-12-21T05:56:08-05:00'
describe
'29055' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVM' 'sip-files00026.pro'
000277cd2079fc328fce57be8262ecf5
e8b22ee2dca816c44fb3b86d3a45f5865f8e17a2
'2011-12-21T05:54:33-05:00'
describe
'27896' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVN' 'sip-files00027.pro'
aafc40f38ae18c7ff3c82a1d724b3aef
4072191ec0ebff11832c47924d309452738fee4d
'2011-12-21T05:53:25-05:00'
describe
'40887' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVO' 'sip-files00028.pro'
b699828ae48c194540eb85af13ca0f05
1a94a6b8685e6157617a5ed20b47cf59cb1c23aa
describe
'43387' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVP' 'sip-files00029.pro'
22367b9b8b72188912b7979d58f7c857
05a7393590d05862e010f029f3ca57f42ed3e5ab
describe
'50287' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVQ' 'sip-files00030.pro'
84f707cb071a72308f33042c413a2c9c
9427408aab0921626f9e515bc795dda9e439b0bd
describe
'38592' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVR' 'sip-files00031.pro'
cf627f27ebb64a0c1b4d339b34ce1465
60364a6963824d89447c249266db2804b6a7b692
describe
'48395' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVS' 'sip-files00032.pro'
2db168687ab534334c8c64bf55263360
03ff4a8a5924e894cd8453ab752a3412a3e118c3
'2011-12-21T05:55:35-05:00'
describe
'39325' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVT' 'sip-files00033.pro'
6837f2f08ee60382dcff060e1fbdb47d
1f44faafeadd270be1e3fdf08c950e59633e7718
describe
'44770' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVU' 'sip-files00034.pro'
d313577136e96644aa2adee161358a9d
068e76b277084330c767e3e873570f931f71c355
describe
'35780' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVV' 'sip-files00035.pro'
bbe104dfa8853f8e7a926558af2eb192
7c000aedc3a0411a6f498d93a2316c710c98147c
'2011-12-21T05:57:41-05:00'
describe
'29268' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVW' 'sip-files00036.pro'
237c5e88d24046c98a76db14f8eed50b
e961921bc27d9b0ccc45bc544bb2658c9cff10b3
describe
'43232' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVX' 'sip-files00037.pro'
7afbb1241c9c670e57c111a0e8485f49
c9470c19dbdfabe104612206239a881c6f1d36fe
'2011-12-21T05:56:51-05:00'
describe
'48647' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVY' 'sip-files00038.pro'
47f5851048e6ebd925199af50ed2eacf
c6514245bfec1242420a7845589eefea2558109c
describe
'40526' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZVZ' 'sip-files00039.pro'
b06848c561343d34bb3adce568a2d9a7
760c08fbece14ab734cef7d495c5801440967227
describe
'46370' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWA' 'sip-files00040.pro'
329fc9f4d85498e0d65e94a9bcb36e41
483538ba7faf3c45e07cafa1088db1887efcf59a
'2011-12-21T05:55:44-05:00'
describe
'39721' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWB' 'sip-files00041.pro'
bdffc51826761192d5f14b1ef1cc4474
9b04971a1d65b1f9ec0e1bc373c4bd26bad3cc00
'2011-12-21T05:57:42-05:00'
describe
'44428' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWC' 'sip-files00042.pro'
73813f15af74fa7513ae7ca55217e8b1
ba9bd2bd7b419c8cb3cd749fe99cdfc8bbc0bd94
describe
'42872' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWD' 'sip-files00043.pro'
0c7859e6b0d70f8fd45ed2044d72dfc0
d7eff682e512f060db6e14b0c929663161be67b2
describe
'46895' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWE' 'sip-files00044.pro'
7f7b42efdfadaf310bb2ca3bce7bb10a
696d388bb70961284b284f1dd97be1c26a6ef6f0
'2011-12-21T05:53:28-05:00'
describe
'41031' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWF' 'sip-files00045.pro'
6bad079fa04e65bca42d58a2aa8b6731
90686a212df6be6315680ca191bfb4b82a66f45e
'2011-12-21T05:53:31-05:00'
describe
'32543' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWG' 'sip-files00046.pro'
6496eedceec47d69f594f749880b9975
e7caa748f7766696886ee68870fdc8ed3d75e1e6
describe
'26446' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWH' 'sip-files00047.pro'
af1bff68ca7d380bac6089a19fb631bf
a4f3dc8780fbb11df30635552a8b7b02f0b99071
'2011-12-21T05:56:15-05:00'
describe
'44422' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWI' 'sip-files00048.pro'
221a5b6763ecebb66d9baf717a062e4e
3d543e9fd4c6f57983ea969322ea3ff27052573a
describe
'41838' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWJ' 'sip-files00049.pro'
a302bd8dc5d7742cabb3d807cd7206d3
d1fbceb117f5fab850497e8c332a3fcc0a9fe192
'2011-12-21T05:53:05-05:00'
describe
'48611' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWK' 'sip-files00050.pro'
8208aba4b393f35104147151ba9deb05
60c2f834c421b853f08ffc62747232cc8bd2b81f
'2011-12-21T05:54:49-05:00'
describe
'44407' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWL' 'sip-files00051.pro'
5c75707a2189b19151a6f90e379db538
8e41c8524cbe1840ffce312344c62abea3ec1350
describe
'43711' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWM' 'sip-files00052.pro'
0d77a0dcecc7a08dbdb1b7ce22c3fc2d
a6c700693fd96133c83559028fe06adcb0c38a18
'2011-12-21T05:56:22-05:00'
describe
'51059' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWN' 'sip-files00053.pro'
b23c13ef77517ed319e97ca0f1a0cc34
34b0ad6c23fb9a001c77311b8d18a0ce9a1552ef
describe
'46101' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWO' 'sip-files00054.pro'
61a89879045ebcbbcc2899b13e99f070
79af66c7a9d6ea33432fcf0933ab89b83e103135
'2011-12-21T05:57:19-05:00'
describe
'44455' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWP' 'sip-files00055.pro'
4a93f6feeaaa4d7a14c84b19e9be5d33
2b4667d1383fea1094dbc7a566a79f8fe5152e2c
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describe
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describe
'34142' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWR' 'sip-files00057.pro'
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describe
'45440' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWS' 'sip-files00058.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:49-05:00'
describe
'47222' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWT' 'sip-files00059.pro'
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describe
'37720' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWU' 'sip-files00060.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:27-05:00'
describe
'45624' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWV' 'sip-files00061.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:04-05:00'
describe
'26010' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWW' 'sip-files00062.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:31-05:00'
describe
'40334' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWX' 'sip-files00063.pro'
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describe
'40268' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWY' 'sip-files00064.pro'
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describe
'44878' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZWZ' 'sip-files00065.pro'
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describe
'38260' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXA' 'sip-files00066.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:59-05:00'
describe
'32873' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXB' 'sip-files00067.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:43-05:00'
describe
'45475' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXC' 'sip-files00068.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:40-05:00'
describe
'49787' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXD' 'sip-files00069.pro'
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describe
'45349' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXE' 'sip-files00070.pro'
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describe
'43970' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXF' 'sip-files00071.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:53-05:00'
describe
'44855' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXG' 'sip-files00072.pro'
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describe
'45128' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXH' 'sip-files00073.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:47-05:00'
describe
'39642' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXI' 'sip-files00074.pro'
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describe
'29119' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXJ' 'sip-files00075.pro'
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describe
'44294' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXK' 'sip-files00076.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:06-05:00'
describe
'49581' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXL' 'sip-files00077.pro'
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describe
'41259' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXM' 'sip-files00078.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:23-05:00'
describe
'43413' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXN' 'sip-files00079.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:46-05:00'
describe
'42438' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXO' 'sip-files00080.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:06-05:00'
describe
'47257' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXP' 'sip-files00081.pro'
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describe
'37424' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXQ' 'sip-files00082.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:13-05:00'
describe
'27296' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXR' 'sip-files00083.pro'
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describe
'43540' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXS' 'sip-files00084.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:30-05:00'
describe
'47668' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXT' 'sip-files00085.pro'
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describe
'45504' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXU' 'sip-files00086.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:05-05:00'
describe
'39752' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXV' 'sip-files00087.pro'
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describe
'42188' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXW' 'sip-files00088.pro'
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describe
'44095' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXX' 'sip-files00089.pro'
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describe
'46136' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXY' 'sip-files00090.pro'
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describe
'46095' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZXZ' 'sip-files00091.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:23-05:00'
describe
'13457' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYA' 'sip-files00092.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:35-05:00'
describe
'30698' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYB' 'sip-files00093.pro'
aca1a87d8e8575593a1eedf6ef521db5
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'2011-12-21T05:55:51-05:00'
describe
'42428' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYC' 'sip-files00094.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:39-05:00'
describe
'45620' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYD' 'sip-files00095.pro'
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describe
'41926' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYE' 'sip-files00096.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:48-05:00'
describe
'43384' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYF' 'sip-files00097.pro'
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describe
'45197' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYG' 'sip-files00098.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:54-05:00'
describe
'44979' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYH' 'sip-files00099.pro'
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describe
'22610' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYI' 'sip-files00100.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:03-05:00'
describe
'28874' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYJ' 'sip-files00101.pro'
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describe
'47146' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYK' 'sip-files00102.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:37-05:00'
describe
'45066' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYL' 'sip-files00103.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:48-05:00'
describe
'45413' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYM' 'sip-files00104.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:22-05:00'
describe
'41667' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYN' 'sip-files00105.pro'
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describe
'37158' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYO' 'sip-files00106.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:52:55-05:00'
describe
'46084' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYP' 'sip-files00107.pro'
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describe
'45839' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYQ' 'sip-files00108.pro'
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describe
'44266' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYR' 'sip-files00109.pro'
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describe
'30034' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYS' 'sip-files00110.pro'
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describe
'26593' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYT' 'sip-files00111.pro'
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describe
'41302' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYU' 'sip-files00112.pro'
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describe
'48789' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYV' 'sip-files00113.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:53-05:00'
describe
'46852' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYW' 'sip-files00114.pro'
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describe
'44781' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYX' 'sip-files00115.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:53-05:00'
describe
'46042' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYY' 'sip-files00116.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:40-05:00'
describe
'44561' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZYZ' 'sip-files00117.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:18-05:00'
describe
'32039' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZA' 'sip-files00118.pro'
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describe
'25615' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZB' 'sip-files00119.pro'
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describe
'39745' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZC' 'sip-files00120.pro'
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describe
'46500' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZD' 'sip-files00121.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:19-05:00'
describe
'44237' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZE' 'sip-files00122.pro'
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describe
'43237' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZF' 'sip-files00123.pro'
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describe
'42992' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZG' 'sip-files00124.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:13-05:00'
describe
'42977' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZH' 'sip-files00125.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:52:47-05:00'
describe
'45930' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZI' 'sip-files00126.pro'
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describe
'41662' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZJ' 'sip-files00127.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:16-05:00'
describe
'40323' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZK' 'sip-files00128.pro'
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describe
'31412' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZL' 'sip-files00129.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:24-05:00'
describe
'45551' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZM' 'sip-files00130.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:41-05:00'
describe
'39945' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZN' 'sip-files00131.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:36-05:00'
describe
'44318' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZO' 'sip-files00132.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:43-05:00'
describe
'45119' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZP' 'sip-files00133.pro'
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describe
'43825' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZQ' 'sip-files00134.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:03-05:00'
describe
'44163' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZR' 'sip-files00135.pro'
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describe
'45510' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZS' 'sip-files00136.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:27-05:00'
describe
'8009' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZT' 'sip-files00137.pro'
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describe
'27474' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZU' 'sip-files00138.pro'
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describe
'45622' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZV' 'sip-files00139.pro'
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describe
'42225' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZW' 'sip-files00140.pro'
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describe
'43743' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZX' 'sip-files00141.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:52:44-05:00'
describe
'42729' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZY' 'sip-files00142.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:51-05:00'
describe
'49326' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AAAZZZ' 'sip-files00143.pro'
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describe
'47719' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAA' 'sip-files00144.pro'
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describe
'45585' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAB' 'sip-files00145.pro'
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describe
'36581' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAC' 'sip-files00146.pro'
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describe
'66911' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAD' 'sip-files00147.pro'
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describe
'370' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAE' 'sip-files00153.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:03-05:00'
describe
'5257' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAF' 'sip-files00154.pro'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:36-05:00'
describe
'589454' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAG' 'sip-files00001.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:40-05:00'
describe
'604216' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAH' 'sip-files00002.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:12-05:00'
describe
'541910' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAI' 'sip-files00003.jp2'
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describe
'533115' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAJ' 'sip-files00005.jp2'
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describe
'533177' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAK' 'sip-files00006.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:40-05:00'
describe
'533137' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAL' 'sip-files00007.jp2'
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describe
'533119' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAM' 'sip-files00008.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:56-05:00'
describe
'533173' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAN' 'sip-files00009.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAO' 'sip-files00010.jp2'
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describe
'533065' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAP' 'sip-files00011.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:16-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAQ' 'sip-files00012.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:44-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAR' 'sip-files00013.jp2'
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describe
'533160' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAS' 'sip-files00014.jp2'
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describe
'532829' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAT' 'sip-files00015.jp2'
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describe
'532868' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAU' 'sip-files00016.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:46-05:00'
describe
'532881' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAV' 'sip-files00017.jp2'
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describe
'533139' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAW' 'sip-files00018.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:37-05:00'
describe
'533063' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAX' 'sip-files00019.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:20-05:00'
describe
'532602' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAY' 'sip-files00020.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:38-05:00'
describe
'532869' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAAZ' 'sip-files00021.jp2'
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describe
'532770' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABA' 'sip-files00022.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:31-05:00'
describe
'532867' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABB' 'sip-files00023.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:04-05:00'
describe
'532816' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABC' 'sip-files00024.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:58-05:00'
describe
'532873' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABD' 'sip-files00025.jp2'
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describe
'533164' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABE' 'sip-files00026.jp2'
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describe
'532827' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABF' 'sip-files00027.jp2'
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describe
'532753' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABG' 'sip-files00028.jp2'
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describe
'533086' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABH' 'sip-files00029.jp2'
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describe
'533100' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABI' 'sip-files00030.jp2'
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describe
'533153' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABJ' 'sip-files00031.jp2'
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describe
'533144' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABK' 'sip-files00032.jp2'
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describe
'533141' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABL' 'sip-files00033.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:29-05:00'
describe
'533091' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABM' 'sip-files00034.jp2'
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describe
'532806' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABN' 'sip-files00035.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:52-05:00'
describe
'533165' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABO' 'sip-files00036.jp2'
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describe
'533159' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABP' 'sip-files00037.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:24-05:00'
describe
'533181' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABQ' 'sip-files00038.jp2'
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describe
'532839' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABR' 'sip-files00039.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:33-05:00'
describe
'533170' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABS' 'sip-files00040.jp2'
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describe
'532866' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABT' 'sip-files00041.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABU' 'sip-files00042.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:38-05:00'
describe
'533176' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABV' 'sip-files00043.jp2'
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describe
'533178' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABW' 'sip-files00044.jp2'
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describe
'532872' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABX' 'sip-files00045.jp2'
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describe
'533107' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABY' 'sip-files00046.jp2'
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describe
'533156' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABABZ' 'sip-files00047.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:10-05:00'
describe
'533035' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACA' 'sip-files00048.jp2'
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describe
'532860' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACB' 'sip-files00049.jp2'
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describe
'533109' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACC' 'sip-files00050.jp2'
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describe
'532773' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACD' 'sip-files00051.jp2'
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describe
'533074' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACE' 'sip-files00052.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:52-05:00'
describe
'533138' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACF' 'sip-files00053.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:56:18-05:00'
describe
'533179' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACG' 'sip-files00054.jp2'
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describe
'533163' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACH' 'sip-files00055.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:12-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACI' 'sip-files00056.jp2'
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describe
'533172' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACJ' 'sip-files00057.jp2'
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describe
'533161' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACK' 'sip-files00058.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:45-05:00'
describe
'532756' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACL' 'sip-files00059.jp2'
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describe
'549426' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACM' 'sip-files00060.jp2'
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describe
'532822' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACN' 'sip-files00061.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:55:29-05:00'
describe
'545703' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACO' 'sip-files00062.jp2'
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describe
'533182' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACP' 'sip-files00063.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:52:53-05:00'
describe
'533155' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACQ' 'sip-files00064.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:54:56-05:00'
describe
'533168' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACR' 'sip-files00065.jp2'
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describe
'533121' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACS' 'sip-files00066.jp2'
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describe
'532779' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACT' 'sip-files00067.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:57:49-05:00'
describe
'533151' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACU' 'sip-files00068.jp2'
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describe
'532878' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACV' 'sip-files00069.jp2'
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describe
'533166' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACW' 'sip-files00070.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACX' 'sip-files00071.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACY' 'sip-files00072.jp2'
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'2011-12-21T05:53:34-05:00'
describe
'533174' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABACZ' 'sip-files00073.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADA' 'sip-files00074.jp2'
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describe
'533142' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADB' 'sip-files00075.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADC' 'sip-files00076.jp2'
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describe
'532741' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADD' 'sip-files00077.jp2'
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describe
'533147' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADE' 'sip-files00078.jp2'
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describe
'533001' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADF' 'sip-files00079.jp2'
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describe
'533136' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADG' 'sip-files00080.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADH' 'sip-files00081.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADI' 'sip-files00082.jp2'
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describe
'532877' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADJ' 'sip-files00083.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADK' 'sip-files00084.jp2'
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describe
'532818' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADL' 'sip-files00085.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADM' 'sip-files00086.jp2'
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describe
'532825' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADN' 'sip-files00087.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADO' 'sip-files00088.jp2'
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describe
'533135' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADP' 'sip-files00089.jp2'
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describe
'532880' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADQ' 'sip-files00090.jp2'
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describe
'533169' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADR' 'sip-files00091.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADS' 'sip-files00092.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADT' 'sip-files00093.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADU' 'sip-files00094.jp2'
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describe
'533114' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADV' 'sip-files00095.jp2'
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describe
'533148' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADW' 'sip-files00096.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADX' 'sip-files00097.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADY' 'sip-files00098.jp2'
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describe
'532863' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABADZ' 'sip-files00099.jp2'
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describe
'533056' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEA' 'sip-files00100.jp2'
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describe
'532798' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEB' 'sip-files00101.jp2'
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describe
'533045' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEC' 'sip-files00102.jp2'
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describe
'533171' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAED' 'sip-files00103.jp2'
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describe
'533158' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEE' 'sip-files00104.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEF' 'sip-files00105.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEG' 'sip-files00106.jp2'
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describe
'532865' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEH' 'sip-files00107.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEI' 'sip-files00108.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEJ' 'sip-files00109.jp2'
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describe
'532677' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEK' 'sip-files00110.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEL' 'sip-files00111.jp2'
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describe
'532919' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEM' 'sip-files00112.jp2'
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describe
'533003' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEN' 'sip-files00113.jp2'
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describe
'533129' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEO' 'sip-files00114.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEP' 'sip-files00115.jp2'
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describe
'532826' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEQ' 'sip-files00116.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAER' 'sip-files00117.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAES' 'sip-files00118.jp2'
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describe
'533145' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAET' 'sip-files00119.jp2'
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describe
'533044' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEU' 'sip-files00120.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEV' 'sip-files00121.jp2'
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describe
'533128' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEW' 'sip-files00122.jp2'
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describe
'533125' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEX' 'sip-files00123.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEY' 'sip-files00124.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAEZ' 'sip-files00125.jp2'
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describe
'533154' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFA' 'sip-files00126.jp2'
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describe
'533105' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFB' 'sip-files00127.jp2'
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describe
'532852' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFC' 'sip-files00128.jp2'
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describe
'533157' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFD' 'sip-files00129.jp2'
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describe
'532850' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFE' 'sip-files00130.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFF' 'sip-files00131.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFG' 'sip-files00132.jp2'
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describe
'533152' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFH' 'sip-files00133.jp2'
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describe
'533162' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFI' 'sip-files00134.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFJ' 'sip-files00135.jp2'
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describe
'532857' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFK' 'sip-files00136.jp2'
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describe
'532842' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFL' 'sip-files00137.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFM' 'sip-files00138.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFN' 'sip-files00139.jp2'
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describe
'533150' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFO' 'sip-files00140.jp2'
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describe
'532796' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFP' 'sip-files00141.jp2'
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describe
'533046' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFQ' 'sip-files00142.jp2'
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describe
'532791' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFR' 'sip-files00143.jp2'
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describe
'532856' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFS' 'sip-files00144.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFT' 'sip-files00145.jp2'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFU' 'sip-files00146.jp2'
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describe
'533180' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFV' 'sip-files00147.jp2'
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describe
'611928' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFW' 'sip-files00151.jp2'
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describe
'81263' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFX' 'sip-files00153.jp2'
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describe
'551570' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAFY' 'sip-files00154.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'4273904' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGC' 'sip-files00005.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4277024' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGE' 'sip-files00007.tif'
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describe
'4274312' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGF' 'sip-files00008.tif'
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describe
'4276872' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGG' 'sip-files00009.tif'
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describe
'4275220' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGH' 'sip-files00010.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4277860' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGJ' 'sip-files00012.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'4274752' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGN' 'sip-files00016.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
'4277168' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGQ' 'sip-files00019.tif'
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describe
'4275336' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGR' 'sip-files00020.tif'
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describe
'4275484' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGS' 'sip-files00021.tif'
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describe
'4275324' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGT' 'sip-files00022.tif'
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describe
'4275648' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGU' 'sip-files00023.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4276076' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGW' 'sip-files00025.tif'
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describe
'4276452' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGX' 'sip-files00026.tif'
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describe
'4276236' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGY' 'sip-files00027.tif'
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describe
'4275512' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAGZ' 'sip-files00028.tif'
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describe
'4277684' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHA' 'sip-files00029.tif'
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describe
'4278176' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHB' 'sip-files00030.tif'
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describe
'4277996' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHC' 'sip-files00031.tif'
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describe
'4278292' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHD' 'sip-files00032.tif'
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describe
'4278152' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHE' 'sip-files00033.tif'
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describe
'4277840' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHF' 'sip-files00034.tif'
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describe
'4274852' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHG' 'sip-files00035.tif'
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describe
'4277916' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHH' 'sip-files00036.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4279104' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHJ' 'sip-files00038.tif'
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describe
'4274956' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHK' 'sip-files00039.tif'
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describe
'4277536' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHL' 'sip-files00040.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4278944' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHN' 'sip-files00042.tif'
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describe
'4277296' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHO' 'sip-files00043.tif'
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describe
'4277592' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHP' 'sip-files00044.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4277020' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHR' 'sip-files00046.tif'
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describe
'4278212' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHS' 'sip-files00047.tif'
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describe
'4277696' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHT' 'sip-files00048.tif'
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describe
'4275252' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHU' 'sip-files00049.tif'
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describe
'4278232' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHV' 'sip-files00050.tif'
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describe
'4277456' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHW' 'sip-files00051.tif'
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describe
'4277728' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHX' 'sip-files00052.tif'
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describe
'4277932' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAHY' 'sip-files00053.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4277388' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIA' 'sip-files00055.tif'
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describe
'4277144' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIB' 'sip-files00056.tif'
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describe
'4277532' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIC' 'sip-files00057.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4276388' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIE' 'sip-files00059.tif'
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describe
'4408152' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIF' 'sip-files00060.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4379080' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIH' 'sip-files00062.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4277880' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIJ' 'sip-files00064.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIK' 'sip-files00065.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4276112' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIM' 'sip-files00067.tif'
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describe
'4277148' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIN' 'sip-files00068.tif'
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describe
'4275752' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIO' 'sip-files00069.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4278384' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIQ' 'sip-files00071.tif'
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describe
'4277584' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIR' 'sip-files00072.tif'
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describe
'4278140' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIS' 'sip-files00073.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4277292' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIV' 'sip-files00076.tif'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIX' 'sip-files00078.tif'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAIZ' 'sip-files00080.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4277340' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAJB' 'sip-files00082.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'4278032' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAJH' 'sip-files00088.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAJI' 'sip-files00089.tif'
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describe
'4275152' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAJJ' 'sip-files00090.tif'
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describe
'4279080' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAJK' 'sip-files00091.tif'
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describe
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describe
'4278220' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAJM' 'sip-files00093.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
'4278004' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAJP' 'sip-files00096.tif'
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'4277968' 'info:fdaE20081130_AAAAARfileF20081130_AABAJQ' 'sip-files00097.tif'
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THE ODD ONE

By the Author of

*©¢ Probable Sons,’” ‘ Eric’s Good News,” ‘*Teddy’s Button,”
«Dwell Deep,” etc.





“These are they which came out of great
tribulation, and have washed their robes, and
made them white in the blood of the Lamb.”



Illustrated by
Mary A. Lathbury

New York Chicago Toronto
Fleming H. Revell Company

M DCCC XCVII
1897, by
FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY

Copyright,





THE NEW YORK TYPE-SETTING COMPANY

THE CAXTON PRESS



CONTENTS

CHAPTER I

CaGED Birps . cs : 2 . : 7 . .
CHAPTER II
‘* MoTHER NATURE” . . 7 . : a .

CHAPTER III

WAS IT AN ANGEL? . a . . . ° 7 i

CHAPTER IV

ADVENTURES . . . . . ° . : . - 32
CHAPTER V

PRINCE . 3 ° . ° . . . : - 43
CHAPTER VI

MADE INTO A COUPLE . ‘ . . . . - 53

CHAPTER VII

HAYMAKING . % 5 . . . . 5 5 - 63

CHAPTER VIII

Gov’s PATCHWORK , ° ° . ° ° ° . . JI
Contents

CHAPTER Ix

PAGE

Betry’s DISCOVERY . ; : : ‘ : . . . 79
CHAPTER X

A LITTLE MESSENGER. . . é 7 . . . 89

CHAPTER xI
A Darinc FEAT : . ; : . : : . OF

CHAPTER XII

UncLe Harry’s FRIEND . . . : . . 7 . 107

CHAPTER XIIL

“ WuHeNn We Two Met!” : . . . : . . IIS

CHAPTER XIV

A HeEro’s DEATH . 7 . : . . ‘ : » 125

CHAPTER XV

COMFORTED : . . : . . - : - 134


CAGED BIRDS

Ir was just four o’clock on a dull-gray winter afternoon.
The little Stuarts’ nursery looked the picture of coziness and
comfort, with the blazing fire that threw flickering lights over
the bright-colored pictures on the walls, the warm carpet
under foot, and the fair, fresh faces of the children gathered
there.

Five of them there were, and they were alone, for the old
nurse, who had brought them all up from their infancy, was
at present absent from the room.

By one of the large square windows stood one of the little
girls; she was gazing steadily out into the fast darkening
street below, her chin resting on one of the bars that were
fastened across the lower part of the window. How the
children disliked those bars! Marks of little teeth were
plainly discernible along them, and no prisoners could have
tried more perseveringly to shake them from their sockets
than they did. Betty, who stood there now, had received
great applause one afternoon when, after sundry twists and
turns, she had successfully thrust her little dark curly head
through and was able to have a delightfully clear view of all
the passers-by.

But the sequel was not so pleasant, for somehow or other

7



Serres The Odd One

Betty’s head would not come in so easily as it went out, and
when nurse came to the rescue with an angry hand, the poor
little head was very much bruised in consequence, and Betty’s
reward for such dexterity was an aching head and dry bread
for tea. She was a slight, slim little figure with big blue
eyes and long, black, curved lashes and eyebrows which
made her eyes the most beautiful feature in her face. Very
soft, fine, curly hair surrounded a rather pathetic-looking little
face; but her movements were like quicksilver, and though
all the little Stuarts were noted for their mischievous ways
and daring escapades, Betty eclipsed them all.

She turned from the window soon with a sigh of relief.

“He’s coming,” she said; “old Bags is coming, and it’s
my turn to-day.”

‘There was no response. Bobby and Billy, the twins, little
lads only just promoted from petticoats to knickerbockers,
were deeply engrossed in one corner of the room over their
bricks. Perched on the top of a low chest of drawers were
Douglas and Molly, and their heads were in that close prox-
imity that told that secret business was going on.

Betty’s heart sank a little.

“Old Bags is coming,” she repeated ; “don’t you hear his
bell?”

“We're busy,” said Douglas, looking up; “ we won’t have
Bags’s story to-day.”

“You promised yesterday when you put it off that you
would hear it to-day. It isn’t fair. I always listen to you.”

“Tell it to the babies; they'll like to hear.”

This was adding insult to injury; and when the twins
trotted up to the window, Betty turned a defiant back upon
them, tears of disappointment dimming the blue eyes.

“She’s cwying,” announced Bobby, twisting his head
round to look up into her face,

8


Caged Birds

Betty turned round furiously ; a sharp push sent Bobby to
the ground, and in falling he struck his head against one of
the feet of the nursery table. There was a howl, general
confusion, and nurse appeared to discover and chastise the
offender. Betty was led off in disgrace to a little room on
the nursery landing, known by the children as “ Cells.” Their
uncle, a young captain in the Guards, had given it that name,
but in reality it was nurse’s store-room, and was heated with
hot pipes to air the linen kept there. It was a small, square
room containing a table and one chair; the window was high
above the children’s reach, and locked cupboards were on
every side. Nurse invariably used it for punishing small
offenses, and, being a woman of stern principles, she generally
set the little culprit a text to learn while there. A Bible was
on the table, and Betty was led up to it.

“You will stay here till tea-time, and will not come out #/jj;

until you have learned a text and said you are sorry for}!
knocking down your little brother in a fit of wicked temper.
This is the fourth time I have had to bring you here this
week, and it is now only Tuesday. I have more trouble
with you than all the others put together, and you ought to
be ashamed of yourself.”

Betty was sobbing bitterly, and when nurse left the room
and turned the key behind her, the child flung herself down
on the floor.

“Tt’s a shame! It’s all Douglas and Molly; they make
promises and don’t keep them. And it was ever so much
nicer a story than Molly’s; I know they’d have liked it if
they’d heard it. They never think I can do anything!”

To explain the cause of Betty’s grievance, I must tell you
that it was a custom of the little Stuarts to await the muffin-
man’s approach on his rounds, and as his bell would sound

they would take turns each day to relate to the others an
9




‘The Odd One

account of the different houses he had gone to, and who
had been the fortunate individuals to receive the muffins that
had already disappeared from his tray. It was an idle hour
in the nursery from four to five, and if the gathering dusk
kept the active eyes still the fertile brains were brought into
requisition. Telling stories was a constant delight, and the
wonderful adventures that befell the muffins on their daily
rounds kept the little gathering quiet and happy till tea
appeared.

Betty’s stories were not inferior to her elders’, and it was
her childish sense of justice and consideration that was out-
raged. But tears will come to an end, and soon the little
maiden was perched up at the table to learn the task before
her. She turned over the pages till she reached Revelation,
that.mysterious and mystical book that so fascinates and
contents a child’s soul, though the wisest on earth read it
with perplexity and awe. And after a moment or two Betty
had found a text to learn; and when nurse appeared later
on she repeated unfalteringly, with shining eyes and with a
note of triumph in her tone, “‘‘And I said unto him, Sir,
thou knowest. And he said to me, these are they which
came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes,
and made them white in the blood of the Lamb’” (Rev.
vil. 14).

“That’s a good child; are you sorry?”

“Yes,” was the reply, rather absently given; for Betty’s
mind was on the white-robed throng, and how could she let
nurse know all the workings of her busy brain over the verse
she had been taking into her heart and soul?

“And remember,” said nurse, gravely, “that no naughty
children who quarrel and fight will ever be in heaven.”

“Not even if they’ve been through great tribulation?”
quickly demanded Betty.

10
Caged Birds

But nurse did not hear, and Betty was received into the
well-lighted nursery with acclamation from the others, al-
ready seated at the round table for tea.

‘““We’ve made a new game, Molly and I,” announced
Douglas.

He was a fair, curly-headed boy with an innocent baby
face, and a talent for inventing the most mischievous plans
that could ever be concocted, with a will that made all the
others bow before him. Molly was also fair, with long golden
hair that reached to her waist; extreme self-possession and
absence of all shyness were perhaps her chief characteristics.
“T am the eldest of the family,” she was fond of asserting,
and she certainly claimed the eldest’s privileges. Yet her
temper was sweet and obliging, and she could easily be
swayed and led by those around her.

“Ts it one for outdoors or indoors?” asked Betty, with
interest.

“Indoors, of course; we’ll tell you after tea.”

“Your mother wants you in the parlor after tea,” put in
nurse; “you and Miss Molly are to go down.”

Molly looked pleased, not so Douglas. At last, putting
down his piece of bread and butter, he looked up into nurse’s
face with one of his sweetest looks.

“Why are grown-up people so very dull, nurse? They
all are just the same, except Uncle Harry. They are dread-
fully heavy and dull.”

“They have so little to amuse them,” Molly said reflec-
tively; “no games or toys. They never make believe, or
pretend the lovely things we do.”

“And their legs get stiff, and their dresses trip them up
if they try to run.”

“But they never get punished, and they’re never scolded,
and they’re never wicked.”

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‘This from Betty.

“It’s their talk that is so stupid,’ went on Douglas; “ they
look nice until they begin to talk; they make me dreadfully
sleepy to listen to them.”

“Shall I go down instead of you to-night?” asked Betty,
eagerly.

“Don’t chatter such nonsense. It’s strange times when
children begin to pick their elders to pieces. You weren’t
asked for, Miss Betty; and Master Douglas is to go down
and behave himself.”

“The three B’s aren’t big enough yet to leave the nursery.”

Douglas said this with a sparkle of mischief in his eye. It
was a sore point with Betty to be ranked with the twins, for
she was only a year behind Douglas. Long ago he had
seized hold of a laughing joke of his father’s alluding to the
names by which the three youngest children were called, and
had twitted her with it ever since.

“B for baby—Baby Betty, Baby Bobby, and Baby Billy ;
babies must go to bed,” he explained.

Betty gave an angry kick under the table, but did not
speak.

She was very silent for the rest of that evening; but when
she and Molly were safely in bed, and the room was very
quiet, she asked:

“Molly, do you know what ‘tribulation’ means?”

“T’m not sure that I do,” was the hesitating reply.
“T think it’s something dreadful. Why do you want to
know?”

“Ts it like the dark valley Christian went through in ‘The
Pilgrim’s Progress,’ or the goblin’s cave we make up about? ”

“T expect it is something like. Why?”

“It’s on the way to heaven,” whispered Betty, in an awe-
struck tone; “the Bible says so,”

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Caged Birds

There was silence, then Molly said:

“There’s a book in father’s library will tell you about it.
It tells the meaning of every word; father said so. A dick-
something it is.”

“T’ll ask Mr. Roper to get it for me.”

And Betty turned over on her pillow, comforted by this
thought, and fell fast asleep.

Mr. Stuart was a member of Parliament, and, being a man
who threw his whole soul into everything he did, was too
much engrossed with business when in town to have much
to do with his children. He spent-a great part of his day
in the library with his secretary, a quiet young fellow who
was looked upon by the children as an embodiment of wisdom
and learning. Mrs. Stuart saw as little of her children as her
husband ; her time was fully occupied in attending committee
meetings, opening bazaars, and superintending numerous pet
projects for ennobling and raising the standard of social
morality among the masses. She was not an indifferent
mother; she was only an active, busy woman, who, after
carefully selecting a thoroughly good and trustworthy woman
as her nurse, left the children’s training with perfect confi-
dence to her. And between her social and charitable claims
there was not much time for having her little ones about her.

A young governess came every day for two hours to teach

the three eldest ones, but their life was essentially a nursery

one. And when the House was closed, and the husband and

wife would go off to the Continent or to the Highlands, the

children would be sent to a quiet seaside town with their 4
nurse and the nursery-maid.

The following afternoon a little figure stole quietly down to
thelibrary door. Betty knew her father was out, and Mr. Roper
never repulsed any of the children. After a timid knock she
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light in her brown velveteen frock and large, white-frilled
pinafore.

“Well,” said Mr. Roper, wheeling round from his HDS:
desk, “what do you want, Betty?”

“‘T want one of father’s books,” the child said Be
“one that Dick Somebody wrote—a book that tells the
meaning of everything.”

“T wish there were such a one in existence,” said the
young man, smiling a little sadly. “‘ Now what is in your
little head, I wonder? ”

“Tt’s a word I want to find, please.”

“Oh, a word! Bless the child, she means a dictionary!”
And Mr. Roper laughed as he drew a fat volume out of a
shelf and placed it on a table by the little girl.

“May I help you to find it?”

“Tt’s ‘tribulation.’ I don’t know how it’s spelled.”

He did not ask questions; that was one thing that at-
tracted Betty toward him. She was a curious mixture of
frankness and reserve; she would confide freely of her own
free will, but if pressed by questions would relapse at once
into silence. He found the word for her, and she read with
difficulty, “‘ Trouble, distress, great affliction.’”

“Do they all mean tribulation? ” she asked.

“Tribulation means all of them,” was the answer.

“ And can children have tribulation, Mr. Roper?”

“What do you think?”

“JT must have it if I’m to get to heaven,” she said emphati-
cally. And then she left him, and the young man repeated
her words to himself with a sigh and a smile as he replaced
the book in its resting-place.

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“MOTHER NATURE”

A FEW evenings after this, as nurse was undressing the
little girls for bed, Mrs. Stuart came into the nursery. She
was going out to dinner, and looked very beautiful in her
soft satin dress and pearls. She was tall and stately, with
the same golden hair as Molly, but her face was somewhat
cold in expression.

Sitting down in an easy-chair by the fire, she asked:

“What is the matter with Betty? Is she in disgrace
again?”

Betty was standing in her long night-dress at the foot of
her small bed; her hands were clenched, and there was a
resolute, determined look upon her flushed face.

“One of her obstinate fits,” said nurse, angrily; “she
generally goes to bed before Miss Molly, and because I have
let her stay up a little later to-night she is as contrary as she
can be. I can do nothing with her; a good whipping is
what she wants! ”

Betty’s blue eyes wandered from nurse’s face to her
mother’s, as if seeking consolation there; her hands relaxed,
and a slight quiver came to the little lips.

“Are you going to a party, mother? May I come and
kiss you? ”

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The Odd One

It was Molly who spoke. She was in the act of scram-
bling into bed, but upon receiving permission she made her
way a little shyly across to where her mother was seated.

“Now keep your hands off my dress,” Mrs. Stuart said
with a smile; but she put her arm round the little figure and
kissed her, and sent her back to bed perfectly happy. All
the children adored their mother, though it was adoration at
a distance.

“Now come here, Betty. What have you been doing?
How is it that I never visit the nursery without hearing com-
plaints of your naughtiness? ”

“I’m going to be good now,” said Betty, hanging her head
and coming slowly forward into the firelight.

“She has refused to say her prayers,” said nurse, sternly.

“T will say them now.” And Betty raised her eyes to her
mother somewhat wistfully.

“Why did you refuse to say them when nurse told you to? ”

“Because Molly was saying her prayers.”

“ Well, what had that to do with it?”

Betty did not answer.

“ Answer me.”

The child looked round. Nurse had left the room. She
worked her little foot backward and forward in the long-
haired rug rather nervously, and then, almost in a whisper,
said :

“God couldn’t listen to both of us, and I wanted Him to
listen to me.”

Mrs. Stuart gazed perplexedly at her little daughter, then
laughed.

“You are a little goose! Go and say your prayers at
once, and get into bed. I have come here to talk to nurse.”

Betty crept away. . Her mother’s amused laugh had hurt
her more than nurse’s scoldings. It was hard to have one’s.
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“Mother Nature”

secret feelings brought to light and scoffed at, and her sen-
sitive little soul felt this, though in a dim, uncertain way.

“T want to have God all to myself,” was her thought as,
a few minutes later, she laid her little head down on the
pillow. “TI wonder if I’m very wicked? I won't say my
prayers if He is not listening.”

“ Now, nurse,” said Mrs. Stuart, as that worthy reappeared,
“I want to talk to you. Mr. Stuart and I are going abroad
after Easter; he is not well, and the doctors have ordered
him away. I want to send you and the children into the
country for the summer. I don’t fancy their being at the
seaside all that time. You were telling me some time ago of
your old home. Isn’t it a brother of yours who has the farm?
Yes? Well, do you think they have room to take you all
in?”

Nurse’s face glowed with pleasure.

“He has no chick or child, ma’am, and the house is large
and roomy ; his wife was saying ina letter to me they should
like lodgers in the summer. I’m sure it would please them
to take us in, and the country round there is wonderfully
healthy.”

“T think that would answer very well,” Mrs. Stuart went
on thoughtfully. “We may be away six months; and the
children are looking pale—a country life will do them all the
good in the world. Let them run wild, nurse; they will come
back to their lessons all the better for it. Miss Grant told
me this morning she would have to give up teaching —her
mother is very ill; so, all things combined, I think this plan
will work well. Will you write to your brother and find out
if he can take you in the last week in April? Let me know
when you have heard from him.”

Mrs. Stuart rose as she spoke, —her visits were never long,
—and nurse left the room with her.

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“Betty,” said Molly, in an eager tone, “did you hear?
We're going into the country.”

“T heard; and no lessons, and we're to run wild; how
lovely! ” Betty’s curly head bobbed up and down in excite-
ment, then she said persuasively, “ Molly, let you and me
keep it a secret together; we won't tell Douglas or the
twins.”

This required consideration. Molly sat up in bed and
looked thoughtful.

“TI never do have a secret with you,” pleaded Betty.
“You and Douglas have lots. I never have any one to
have secrets with.”

“Well, I'll see,” and there was a little of the elder sister
in Molly’s tone. “TJ’ll tell you to-morrow morning. Oh, it
will be jolly in the country, won’t it? And nurse’s home,
that she tells us about, is like our story-books: it’s full of
calves, and lambs, and horses, and ducks, and chickens, and
haymaking, and pigs! ”

“And ponds and apple-orchards ; and we shall have cream
and honey and strawberries every day! ” continued Betty.

The little girls’ voices were raised in their excitement, and
they did not notice a door at the end of the room slowly
open.

“What arow! Are you telling stories? ”

It was Douglas, who slept in a little room off the nursery,
and who had been roused by the sound of talking.

“Hush! nurse will hear. Come and sit on my bed,” said
Molly, “and then you will hear all about it.”

“OQ Molly, it was to be our secret! ”

“Douglas won't tell. Besides, nurse is sure to tell us;
she knew we were awake and listening.”

Betty gave a little sigh, then joined eagerly in giving her
brother the delightful information.

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“Mother Nature”

He listened, rumpling up his fair curls and blinking his
blue eyes, which were already heavy with sleep.

“ Faster is years off,” he said at last. “ Why, we are still
in winter. I dare say we sha’n’t go, after all.”

“We are in February now,” said Molly, looking a little
disappointed at the calm way he received such rapturous
news.

“Tf I go,” Douglas went on meditatively, “I shall ask
father to let me have a gun, and I shall shoot rabbits and
birds every day.”

“Then you'd be a wicked, cruel boy,” pronounced Betty,
indignantly. “I shall catch all the rabbits I can see and
tame them.”

“Then I shall let them loose again,” retorted Douglas;
and taking up Molly’s pillow, he flung it with all his strength
at Betty, who instantly returned it, and a pillow fight com-
menced. Molly joined delightedly in the fray; but alas! in
the height of the excitement, Betty backed into a can of
water put ready for their morning bath. Over she went,
head first, on the floor, and the whole contents of the can
flooded her and the carpet together. Douglas precipitately
fled into his little room, and Molly into her bed, so that
when nurse came hastily in Betty again was discovered as
chief offender. While she was being hustled into a dry night-
dress nurse relieved her vexed feelings by giving her a good
scolding, and Betty eventually crept into bed, wondering if
she was really the “‘ wickedest, mischievousest child on earth,”
or if grown-up people sometimes made mistakes.

For the next few days nothing was talked of but the pro-
posed country visit ; but as weeks went on, and spring seemed
still as far away, the children’s excitement subsided, and the
ordinary routine of lessons, walks, and play engrossed their
whole attention.

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But Easter came at last, and then packing up began. Miss
Grant took her departure, and poor Sophy, the nursery-maid,
had her hands full enough, for nurse’s command was to keep
the children quiet and not let them come near her when
packing.

Mr. Roper was leaving the library one afternoon about
four o’clock, when he saw the disconsolate little figure of
Betty seated on the stairs.

“ Anything the matter?” he asked good-naturedly.

“We're going away to-morrow,” was the reply, “and it is
all topsy-turvy upstairs. Douglas and Molly have been lions
for hours, and Bobby and Billy two monkeys, and I’ve been
the man. . I’m tired of being him, and they won’t let me
change. I’ve broken a jug and basin, and nearly pulled a
cupboard over, and spilled a bottle of cod-liver oil all over
Billy’s hair, and upset nurse’s work-basket, and then I ran
away and hid and came down here. You don’t know how
tiring it is to be hunted by four animals all at once.”

Mr. Roper sat down on the stairs by her and laughed
heartily. “Poor little hunter! ” he said; “and how does
nurse bear all this raging storm around her?”

“Oh, nurse is with mother in the night-nursery. Sophy is
running after all of us; I don’t know who she pretends to be,
but when I left her she was sitting on the floor wiping Billy’s
hair and crying.”

Betty’s tone and face were grave, and Mr. Roper stopped
laughing. ‘Have you been thinking over tribulation any
more?” he asked.

Betty nodded.

‘A lot,” she said emphatically, then shut up her little lips
tightly, and Mr. Roper knew he was to be told no more.

“Are you going into the country, Mr. Roper?” he was
asked presently.

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“Mother Nature”

“No, indeed. I am not rich enough to have such a holi-
day as is in prospect for you. I wonder what you will do
with yourselves all the time? You must come back much
the better and wiser, Betty, for it.”

“Why?”

“You will be six months older, and old Mother Nature is
the best governess for little ones like you. She will teach
you many a lesson if you keep your eyes and ears open.”

Betty’s eyes were very wide open now.

“ Does she live at the farm? I never heard nurse speak
of her. We don’t want another governess there. How do
you know her?”

“T knew her when I was a little boy, and loved her. I
love her now, but my work is in London, and I never get
much chance of seeing her.”

“She must be very old,” Betty said meditatively.

“Very old; and yet every year she seems younger and
more beautiful. You will see her at her best, Betty. I shall
expect you to come home and tell me all about her.”

“Shall I give her your love and a kiss when I see her?”

“Yes,” said the young man, smiling down upon the earnest
child beside him.

A rush of feet behind them, and Molly and Douglas came
tearing downstairs.

“Here she is! Where have you been? Bobby has cut
his head open, and Sophy has rushed to nurse, and nurse is
scolding away, so we came off. Mr. Roper, do you know
we're going away to-morrow? ”

“ And will you come and see us one day, Mr. Roper?”

“Mr. Roper, does every farmer in the country go about
in his night-shirt? Douglas says they do, and we have pic-
tures of them.”

“ And are there stags and wild boar to hunt? Do tell us.”

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Mr. Roper made short work of these questions and de-
parted. He was a reserved, reticent man, and did not un-
derstand the boisterous spirits of the little Stuarts. Betty
was his favorite; he was always ready for a chat with her,
but the others worried him.

Nurse was very thankful when she got herself and her
little charges all comfortably settled in the railway train for
Brook Farm the next day. Sophy was not going with them,
but the longing to be in the old home again quite compen-
sated nurse for the additional labor and responsibility she
would have.

The children had parted from their parents with great
composure. -Mrs. Stuart had reiterated parting injunctions
to nurse, and their father had presented all five with a bright
coin each, which gift greatly added to their delight at going.

“Not much affection in children’s hearts,” said Mr. Stuart
to his wife, as he watched the beaming faces gathered round
the cab window to wave “ good-by.”

“They will get through life the better for absence of sen-
timent and demonstrativeness,” replied Mrs. Stuart ; and per-
haps those words were an index to her character.


Ir was a lovely afternoon in May, a week after the chil- ;
dren’s arrival at Brook Farm. They were together in the
orchard, which was a mass of pink and white bloom. Bobby
and Billy were having a see-saw on a low apple-branch,
Douglas was perched on a higher bough of a cherry-tree, and
the little girls were lying on the ground. Tongues were busy,

“We've seen everything round the house,” Douglas was
asserting in rather a dictatorial tone; “and now we must be
busy having adventures—people always do in the country.”

“What kind?” asked Molly, meekly.

“They get tossed by bulls, or lost in the woods, or drowned
in ponds,” Douglas went on thoughtfully.

“Tm not going to do any of those.” And Betty’s tone
was very determined.

“What are you going to do, then?”

“T shall be busy all by myself. I’m going out to look for

“Who?” asked Molly, curiously.

“Some one Mr. Roper told me about. He sent his love
to her and a kiss. It’s a secret between me and Mr. Roper;
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And Betty rolled over in the grass with a delighted chuckle
at the puzzled faces round her.

“Tt’s only one of her make-ups,” Douglas said, recovering

his composure; “let me tell you of my plans. Do you see
those thick trees at the top of that hill? That’s a real wood.
Now, if nurse sends us out to-morrow afternoon while she
takes a nap, I’m going there, and you girls must come after
me.”

“And us too,” put in Bobby, listening attentively.

“Tf you can walk so far, and don’t go telling nurse about
it.

“How far is it? Six miles?” asked Molly, who would
have been willing to walk ten had her brother so ordained.

“Tt is only through three fields, Sam told me.”

Sam was one of the carters, who had already become one
of Douglas’s greatest friends.

“ He be the pluckiest, knowingest little chap that ever Oi
see wi’ such a baby face! ” was the carter’s opinion of him.

“Tf it’s a very nice wood perhaps I’ll come,” said Betty.

“You must save something from dinner to take with us,
for we will have a feast when we get there.”

This sounded delightful, and all spent the rest of the day
in busy confabulation as to how they could get there without
being stopped by any one, and what provisions they must
take.

But alas! when the next day came nurse announced her
intention of taking Douglas and Molly with her to tea with
a friend, a little distance off, and so the visit to the wood
was postponed.

Betty pleaded to be allowed to go with them, but nurse
refused.

“T can’t have more than two, and I’m taking them more
to keep them out of mischief than anything. Mrs. Giles is
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Was it an Angel?

going to look after the little ones, so you must amuse your-
self.”

Betty felt rather disconsolate after they had gone. She
wandered into the farm kitchen, where Mrs. Giles, a good-
natured, smiling woman, was busy making bread. The twins
were in a corner playing with some kittens. Betty stood at
the table watching. At last she looked up a little shyly and
said:

“Mrs. Giles, do you know a very nice governess that lives
here?”

‘“A guviness, bless your little heart! There’s Miss Tyler
in the village two mile off, but I don’t think much of her;
she’s too giddy and smart, and the way she carries on with
Dan Somers is the talk of the place! Are you after having
lessons, then?”

“Oh, no, no, no!” cried Betty, eagerly; “that’s why I
don’t talk about it to any one; but I should like to see her,
for I have a message to give her. I don’t think it can be
Miss Tyler; Mother Nestor—I forget the name, but some-
thing like Nestor or Nasher, Mr. Roper called her. She’s
old and young together, and very pretty.”

Mrs. Giles laughed. “Old and young together! I know
of naught like that; when we gets old, youth don’t stick to
us. Do you think I answer to that description, Miss Betty?”

“T should say you were very old,” observed Betty, reflec-
tively; “not a bit young; but I think your red cheeks are
very pretty.”

Mrs. Giles laughed again, and Betty left the kitchen, say-
ing, “I'll go out of doors and look for her; perhaps she’ll
be coming along the road.”

Into the bright sunshine she went, across a clover-field,
and out at a gate into the white, dusty road. She trotted
along, picking flowers by the wayside, and peeping over

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sporting on the green grass. Everything was new and
delightful to her; the birds singing, the budding trees, the
bright blue sky and sweet fresh air, all were filling her little
heart with content and happiness. Wandering on, she kept
no reckoning of time or distance, until she came to a church
in the midst of green elms, and rooks keeping up a perpetual
chatteration on the topmost branches of the trees.

Betty was a little afraid of rooks; they were so big and
strong and black that she feared they would peck her legs;
but she was very tired and warm, and as the church gate was
open she thought she would venture into the cool shade of
the elms inside. Her little steps took her to the church
porch, and finding the door partly open, with a child’s curi-
osity she pushed her way in, there to stand with admiring
awe in the cool, quiet atmosphere. It was a pretty old
church with stained-glass windows, and the sun streaming
through sent flashing rays of red and blue, golden and purple,
across the old stone walls and oaken seats.

Betty felt she was in another world at once, and the very
novelty and strangeness of her surroundings had a great
charm for her. Slowly she made her way round the church,
looking at every tablet and monument, and trying in vain to
decipher the writing upon them. But one among them
brought her to a standstill: it was the figure of a little girl,
sculptured in white marble, lying in a recumbent position ;

‘ her hands were crossed on her breast, with a lily placed be-

tween them; her eyes were closed, and her hair curled over
her brow and round her shoulders in the most natural way.
Just above her was a stained-glass window—a beautiful rep-
resentation of the Saviour taking the children in His arms
and blessing them. Below the window was written in plain
black letters :
Was it an Angel?

IN LOVING MEMORY OF VIOLET RUSSELL
Aged six years

“Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them
not”

Betty drew a deep breath; her thoughts were busy. She
wished herself that little girl, lying so calm and beautiful,
with the red and golden rays slanting across her; and then,
looking up at the window, she wished still more that she was
one of those happy children in the Lord’s arms.

Looking up with tearful eyes, she clasped her hands and.
let her buttercups and bluebells fall to the ground unheeded.

“O God, I will be good! I will be good!”

Those were all the words uttered, but He who heard them
looked down into the overflowing heart and knew all that
lay behind them.

Long the child stood there, and then with flagging foot-
steps made her way down the aisle.

“Tm very tired,” she murmured to herself; ‘I'll just sit
down inside that pew.”

And a moment after, curling herself up on the cushions,
Betty went fast asleep.

She was dreaming soon of a wonderful white-robed throng.
She saw the little girl walk up with her white, still face to a
golden throne; she tried to follow, but could not manage to
walk, and then the most wonderful music began to sound;
louder and clearer it came, until with a start she opened her
eyes and discovered where she was. Was it all a dream?
The music was still sounding in her ears, and, sitting up, she
peered over the edge of the high pew. There, seated at the

organ, was a lady, and she was pouring forth such a flood of
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melody and song that it did indeed seem to the half-wakened
child music straight from heaven.

Betty listened breathlessly to the words—words that she
knew now so well and that were ever in her thoughts: “These
are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed
their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.”

It was a beautiful anthem, and a beautiful voice that was
singing. Betty had never heard such singing before. She
gazed with open mouth and eyes. The lady was rather a
young one, she noticed ; and when her voice rose in triumph,
and the organ pealed out in accompaniment, Betty saw that
her uplifted eyes, shining as they were with such a glad light
behind them, were full of tears.

“It’s an angel,” she whispered to herself. And when at
last the notes died away and there was stillness in the church
—when she saw the lady’s face bowed in her hands as if in
prayer—Betty stole softly out of the building and retraced
her steps along the road, sobbing as she went. It had been
too much for her excitable little brain; she always had been
passionately fond of music, but was more accustomed to the
street-organs in the City than to any other sort, and this was
as great a contrast to those as heaven is to earth.

It was a long way back, but Betty did not feel it. Had
God sent an angel to sing to her? Was there a chance of
her ever being among that white-robed throng? If she could
only go through tribulation! Had the little girl lying so
white and still gone through it? These and other similar
puzzling thoughts came crowding through her brain.

She was very quiet when she reached the farm. They
were just sitting down to tea when she came in, and Mrs.
Giles looked relieved when she saw her.

“We was wonderin’ where you had got to,” she said.
“ Ain’t you tired? You look quite beat.”

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Was it an Angel?

“T’ve had a lovely afternoon,” was the child’s answer, and
the blue eyes shone up at her questioner; but not a word
more could be got from her, though the little boys did their,
best to extract more information.

The next day was a wet one, but the little Stuarts were
never at a loss for occupation, and when they were packed
off into a large empty garret for the whole afternoon their
delight was unbounded.

At last, tired out, their spirits began to flag, and after
having exhausted all their stock of games they flung them-
selves down on the ground to rest.

“T’'ll tell you a story,” said Betty, suddenly.

“All right, go on.”

Betty sat up in a corner and rested her back against the
wall. She clasped her small hands in front of her, and,
gazing dreamily up at an old beam across the room, on which
hung many a cobweb, she began:

“Tt was a beautiful day in heaven—”

“It’s always a beautiful day there,” put in Douglas,
critically.

“T never said it wasn’t. You're not to interrupt me. It
was a beautiful day; the harps were playing and the angels
singing. And one angel looked as if she wanted something ;
so God asked her what was the matter.

“Oh, please,’ she said, “I want to go down to earth to-
day.’

““« What do you want to do there, O angel?’

“*T want to play and sing to some children there.’

“Then God said she might go. So she flew down and
changed her clothes—”

“What kind of clothes did she put on?” asked Molly,
eagerly.

Betty considered a moment. “She put on a straw hat

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and a gray dress; she took off her wings and folded them
up.”

“Where did she put them? ” demanded Douglas.
“Down a well,” was the prompt reply. “It was a dry
well, and she put her white dress and crown in it; she did
them up in a paper parcel and wrote her name on.”

“What was her name? ” asked Bobby.

Betty knitted her brows. ‘‘It wasa Bible name, of course ;
I think it was Miriam. She felt the earth was very hot, for
the sun was shining like anything; and then she wondered
whom she could sing to. Well, she walked along a road, and
then she saw a church; so she thought that must be a good
place, and she went inside. The church was dark and cool
and still, but it was lovely. And there were red and blue
and yellow and green and violet sunbeams, and beautiful
painted windows and white marble figures all about, and it
was so still that you felt you must hush and walk on tiptoe.
And then what do you think she saw?”

All eyes were on Betty now, as she sank her voice to an
impressive whisper.

“She saw a little girl fast asleep! ”

“Go on,” said Douglas, impatiently, as Betty made an-
other pause.

“So the angel thought she would sing to her; so she went
up very softly to the big organ and began to play it, and then
she began to sing. It was lovely; she sang like she did in
heaven; and the little girl woke up and listened.”

“What did she sing about?” asked Molly.

“She sang about heaven, and all the people and children
who had come through great tribulation. And the music
went on right up to the top of the church, and her voice got
louder and louder, and then softer and softer to a whisper ; and
then the music got softer too, and then—it was quite still.”
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“Well, go on. What did the little girl do?”

“The little girl came away ; she—she cried a little.”

“Why, you’re crying too! What a silly!”

Betty dashed her small hand across her eyes and threw
up her head defiantly. ‘That's all my story,” she said.

“Oh, what a stupid story! You must make a proper
ending.”

“You shall go on! we'll make you! ”

“ Did the angel get her proper clothes again?”

“Yes,” said Betty, with a little sigh; “she put them on
and went up to heaven; and God asked her what she’d done,
and she told Him she thought the little girl would like to
come to heaven, if He would let her.”

There was a little break in Betty’s voice. She slid down
from her corner and rolled over on the floor, her face hidden
from the others. ‘Thenin a second she called out, ‘‘I see a
mouse! Let us catch him! ”

The children were on their feet directly, and a regular
scramble ensued, Betty the most boisterous of them all. And
when nurse came in a little later she found the little story-
teller in the act of crawling across the oaken beam in the
center of the room, to the intense delight of those watching
her below.

Nurse caught her breath at the daring feat, but waited till
she had accomplished it in safety, then caught her in her
arms, and, taking her off, gave her a good whipping; and
Betty’s spirits totally subsided for the rest of the evening.



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THE visit to the wood came off the day after. Nurse ar-
rayed all her little charges in large holland overalls and sent
them out into the fields for the afternoon. And the little
party set out in good spirits, Bobby and Billy tramping
sturdily along, under the firm conviction that they were going
to meet with wild beasts and go through the most harrowing
adventures.

It was a long walk, but they reached the wood at last, and
came to a standstill when they saw the ditch and the thick
hedge that surrounded it.

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And this was soon done. The children looked round them
with delight at the little winding paths, the banks of green
moss, and the thick, overhanging bushes and trees, that
seemed so full of life and interest. Douglas was in his ele-
ment.

“We'll find a place we must call home first, and then we'll
see what food we’ve got.”

The foot of an old oak-tree was chosen. Bits of cake,
pudding, some biscuits, and a few lumps of sugar were then
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produced from different pockets, and these were given over
to Douglas, who, wrapping them in paper, deposited them
inside the hollow trunk of the tree.

“Now,” he said, “we must all divide and go in search of
adventures ; and when we’ve found them we can come back
and tell the others here, and then we’ll have a feast.”

“ And if we don’t find any? ” questioned Betty, doubtfully.

“Then you must go on till you do. Why, of course a
wood is full of dangers. I mean to have an awful time.
We must go two and two: Molly and I will take this path,
and the twins can take that one, and you, Betty, must go by
yourself, because you’re the odd one.”’

“T always have to go alone,’’ murmured Betty; “‘it isn’t
fair.”

Bobby and Billy stood clasping each other’s hands and
looking with anxious though determined faces along the path
mapped out for them.

“And if we should meeta cwocodile? ” Billy asked, lifting
his blue eyes to those of his big brother.

“Then you must either kill it or run away,” said Douglas ;
“and crocodiles don’t live in woods.”

“And if we lose ourselves in the wood?” questioned
Bobby.

“Tf you're frightened you needn’t go, but stay here till
we come back,” put in Molly, her conscience a little uneasy
with turning such little fellows loose on their own resources.

But this gave the twins courage. Frightened! Not a bit
of it! And they trotted off, calling out they were going to
kill every one they met.

Betty likewise started on her journey. She was feeling
rather depressed with the truth of which she was always being
reminded, namely, that she was the odd one.

“J wish there had just been one more of us,” she kept

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saying to herself. “I’m either one too many or one too few,
and it’s very dull to be always alone.”

But her thoughts soon left herself when she saw some
rabbits scudding away in the distance, and the flowers on
her path and the strangeness of her surroundings were quite
enough to occupy her mind. She soon found that her path
was coming to an end; right across it was some fine wire
netting, and for a moment she hesitated, then, deciding to go
straight on, clambered over it with great difficulty. The grass
was smoother here, and the path a wide one. A little dis-
tance farther was an iron seat, and then she came to a long,
straight grass walk with trees on either side, and at the end
a gate in an old stone wall.

“T shall have to get through that gate,” she mused, “ or
else I must climb the wall. I wonder what is inside? It
might be anything,—a castle, with an ogre or giant, or a
prince and princess, —and I can’t go back till I find out. My
adventures have come. But I’m very tired; I'll just sit down

6) for a little before I go on.”
aut di A few moments after, Betty’s little body was lying full
a So length on the grassy path, and she was counting over a cluster
of primroses with great care and precision.

“ Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three—ah, what a pity!
There is a little odd one, just like me! ”

“What are you doing, child?”

Betty started to her feet. Looking down upon her was a
tall old lady, dressed in a shady straw hat and black lace
shawl; her black silk dress rustled as she moved. One hand
was resting on a stick, the other was holding a sunshade.
Her face was as still and cold-looking as some of the figures
on the monuments in the little village church, and her voice
stern and peremptory.

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fairy godmother, a queen, a princess? Or might it possibly
be the old governess that Mr. Roper loved so much?

Again the question was repeated in the same stern tone,
and Betty gazed up in awe as she answered simply:

“I was counting the primroses to see if they were even or
odd.”

“And what business have you to be trespassing in my
private grounds?”

““T didn’t know this was trespassing,” Betty faltered; “a
wood belongs to anybody in the country, and I haven’t got
inside your gate yet, though I was going to try.”

“And pray what were you coming inside my gate to do?”

“T’m—I’m looking for adventures ; I have to do something
before I go back.”

“T think you had better explain to me who you are.”

The voice was gentler, and Betty took courage. The lady
listened to her attentively and seemed interested; she even
smiled when Betty, looking‘up, asked innocently, “I suppose
you are not a princess, are you?”

“No, I’m not a princess,” she said; “ but this is a private
wood, and I cannot allow children to run wild all over it.”

“And mustn’t we ever come here again?” asked Betty,
with a grave face. “ We should be ever so careful, and we
won’t pick a flower if you'll only let us walk about. We've
never seen a wood before, only read about one in our story-
books ; and children always go through woods in books with-
out being stopped, unless it’s an ogre or a giant that stops
them.”

The lady did not speak for a minute, then she said:

“How many are there of you?”

“Five, with me. There’s Molly and Douglas, and there’s
Bobby and Billy; I’m the odd one.”

“Why should you be the odd one?”




‘The Odd One

“Because Molly and Douglas are the eldest ones, and
they always go together; and Bobby and Billy are the babies
—mother always calls them the babies; and I come in be-
tween, and I belong to no one. You see, in our games it’s
generally two and two; I always make everything odd.
And Molly and Douglas are always having secrets, and that
only leaves me the babies to play with, and they’re only just
four years old—much too small for me.”

“T suppose you have a doll or something to comfort your-
self with? I remember I used to when I was a little girl.”

“JT don’t much like dolls,” said Betty, with a decided shake
of her curly head; ‘‘I like something really alive—something
that moves by itself. There’s a big sheep-dog at our farm
called Rough. I sometimes get hold of him for a game, but
he likes Douglas better than me. Sam says he’s always fond
of boys.”

“ Would you like to come inside my gate? ” asked the lady,
looking down upon Betty with a strange tenderness in her
eyes, though her lips were still grave and stern.

Betty slipped her hand confidingly into hers.

“Yes, please; and will you tell me who you are? I
think you're rather like a lady I’m trying to find. She teaches
children; a governess she is, and she’s old and young to-
gether. Youre much more like her than Mrs. Giles is.”

But the lady did not satisfy Betty’s curiosity ; she only said,
“J have never taught any children in my life,” and led her
up the grassy walk to the gate in the wall. “I am only going
to let you stand inside for a moment, and then you must
run away. And you must never come over the wire netting
in the wood again. You and your brothers and sister can
play in the other part of the wood, but I will not have chil-
dren running over my private walks.”

She opened the gate, and Betty saw a lovely flower-garden
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with a smooth, grassy lawn, and away in the distance a great
white house. The flowers were exquisite, and to Betty’s eyes
they were a feast of delight. Heer little face flushed with
pleasure.

“Do you live here?” she asked. “ How happy you must
bel:

“Do you like it better than my wood? ”

Betty turned from the blaze of sunshine and brightness to

look at the cool green glade behind her. She did not answer /

for a minute; then she said, pointing with her small me |
down the grassy avenue:

“Tt’s something like church down there, it looks so quiet;
but this garden is like heaven, I think.”

The lady smiled. “TI will give you any flower you like to
take away, so choose.”

Betty was not long in making her choice. There were
some beautiful white lilies close by—lilies that might have
come from the same plantas that one lying between the little
girl’s hands in church.

“T should like one of those, please,” she said with spar-
kling eyes.

She was given, not one, but several, and then was dis-
missed.

“And I shall never see you again,” Betty said as she put
up her mouth for a kiss. She did not say it regretfully, only
as if stating a fact.

The lady stooped and kissed her. ‘ Not unless I send for
you,” she said. “Can you find your way back?”

Betty nodded brightly and ran off. The lady stood watch-
ing her little figure for some minutes; then she gave a deep
sigh, and her face relapsed into its usual stern and immovable
expression as she entered her garden and locked the gate
behind her.

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Betty ran on as fast as she could to join the others. When
she reached the oak-tree Douglas and Molly were already
there, seated on the ground, busily employed in dividing the
provisions for the feast. They exclaimed at the sight of her
flowers.

“T’ve had a lovely adventure,” said Betty. ‘“ Where are
Bobby and Billy?”

“We don’t know,” said Molly, rising to her feet and look-
ing anxious. “I’m sure they ought to be here by this time.”

“ Perhaps they’re lost,” Douglas suggested cheerfully. “TI
was hoping some of us would get lost, and then we should
have the fun of finding them. We'll go in a few minutes
and look for them. Would you like to hear where we have
been, Betty?”

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“Well, it is rather a stupid wood, for we came to nothing
particular; only we’ve found a little house. It has three
sides and a roof—tumbling in. We're going to mend it up
and live there next time we come out here. At least, I mean
to live in it. I shall be a disguised prince hiding for my life,
and you will all have to search the wood to get food for me.
Molly and I have made it all up. She is to be my daughter,
who steals out at night-time to visit me; you can be a ser-
vant, who mends the roof and makes me comfortable; and
the twins can be soldiers scouring the wood for me.”

Neither Betty nor Molly showed much interest in this
plan; they were both thinking of the twins; and Douglas,
having said his say, was quite ready to start off on the quest.

Together they ran along the path by which the little boys
had gone. It led them under some low brushwood and then
along the banks of a stream; and then, calling their names
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and rather deep here, with great boulders of stone appearing
above the water. Upon one of these boulders, in the center
of the stream, sat the two little boys, wet to the skin, and
looking the pictures of abject despair.

“However did you get there?” said Douglas, rather
angrily.

“Billy was getting some forget-me-nots, and tumbled in,
and so I came over to help him, and we can’t get back,” ex-
plained Bobby, not very lucidly.

“Tf you got over there you can get back again,” Molly
said decisively.

At this both the twins began to cry.

“It’s so cold; we was nearly drownded, and we’ve seen a
shark swim along.”

Douglas laughed, but took off his shoes and stockings.

“JT shall have to wade in and bring them over on my
back,” he said with rather a lordly air.

And this he did, landing both the twins safely on the bank.

“ Nurse will scold awfully, they’re both so wet. We shall
have to go home at once,” said prudent Molly, as with very
small handkerchiefs she and Betty tried to wipe some of the
wet off their clothes.

“And then she’ll say we’re never to come to the wood
again. I wish we hadn’t brought them with us! ”

It was a quiet little party that returned to Brook Farm.
And in the excitement of receiving the vials of nurse’s wrath,
and the fuss made over the poor little victims, Betty’s ad-
ventures remained still unheard and unknown.

She was not sorry that this was so, and was quite content
to muse in the secrecy of her own heart upon the beautiful
cold lady who had given her the lilies. She thought of her
sleeping and waking, and with a strange longing wondered
if she would ever be allowed to see her again.

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The Odd One

The next afternoon was a very warm one, but Betty’s
restless little feet could not stay in the buttercup meadow
close to the house, where the others were playing, and soon
a small white figure in a large sunbonnet could have been
seen plodding along the dusty road toward the churchyard
in the distance.

Her little, determined face relaxed into wonderful softness
when she entered the cool church. Going on tiptoe up the
aisle, she came to the monument of little Violet Russell,
and here she paused; then, clambering up with a little diffi-
culty, she laid two fresh lilies by the side of the sculptured
one across the clasped hands of the child’s figure.

“ There,” she said in a hushed voice; “you sha’n’t always
hold a cold, dead lily, Violet dear; I’ve brought them to you
from my own self, because they’re mine, and I'll get you
some other flowers when they are dead.”

She put her soft red lips down and left a kiss on the little
clasped hands, and then slipped down to the ground again,
where she stood for a moment looking up at the stained
window above. A noise startled her. Walking up the middle
aisle was the lady who had played to her before, and follow-
ing her a rough country boy, who disappeared through a
little door behind the organ.

Betty slipped behind a pillar and watched eagerly. Yes,
she was going to play again; and her heart beat high with
expectation. She crept into one of the high, old-fashioned
pews, and, sitting on a hassock, leaned her little head back
upon the seat and prepared herself to listen.

The music began, and sent a little shiver of delight through
Betty’s soul. The long, soft notes, that died away like a
summer breeze, the deep, grand rolls, that seemed to come
from a cavern below, and then blend with the clear, sweet
echoes rising and falling, and at length ascending in a burst
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of praise and gladness—it seemed to her that the angels
above would be stooping to listen to such strains.

And then, after a little, the lady began to sing; and Betty
drew in one deep breath after another. It must be an angel,
surely! And yet there was something in the fresh holland
dress and shady hat of the singer this afternoon that seemed
hardly suitable for an angel’s apparel.

The lady once looked round, and Betty thought her face
looked sad; but when she began to sing her face was illu-
mined with such light and gladness that the child watched it
entranced.

An hour passed, and then the singer was startled by the
sound of a sob. She was singing, “Oh, that I had wings

like a dove!” and, turning round, was startled at the sight _

of a white sunbonnet, and two small hands grasping the back
of one of the pews. Betty had mounted on the hassock to
have a full view of the singer long ago, and was now trying in
vain to restrain the pent-up feelings of her sensitive little soul.

In an instant the lady had left her seat and come up to
the child.

“What is the matter, little one? How did you find your
way in here?” she asked gently, as she put her arm round
the sobbing child.

But Betty could not put her feelings into words; she only
shook her head and sobbed, “I like the music; don’t stop
singing.”

“T must stop now; my houris up. Tellme who you are.”

Betty made an effort to recover her self-possession.

“T’m only Betty,” she said, dabbing her face with her
handkerchief. “ Are you an angel?”

“Indeed I am not; do I look like one?”

And the lady threw back her head and laughed in a very
amused way.

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The Odd One

“Not now,” said Betty, soberly; ‘but you did look like
one when you were singing, and I—I hoped you might be.”

“Why did you hope so?”

Again Betty was silent; then, looking up, she seemed to
gather courage from the kind face looking down upon her,
and, burying her face in the lady’s dress, she sobbed out:

“T thought God might have sent you, and then you could
have told me lots of things I wanted to know.”

“Perhaps God may have sent me instead of an angel.
Tell me some of the things you want to know.”

“T want to know about Violet and heaven and tribulation,”
murmured Betty, a little incoherently. And then she started
as the church clock in the belfry began to chime five.

“Tt’s tea-time ; nurse will be looking for me.”

The lady stooped and kissed her. “I must go too,” she
said. “Will you come and see me to-morrow afternoon? I
shall be here at the same time, and then we can have a
little talk.”

“What is your name?” asked Betty.

“ Nesta,” the young lady answered a little briefly.

“And do you teach children?” was the next question,
breathlessly put.

“Sometimes; on Sundays I do.”

Betty’s face lighted up, but she said no more, and trotted
out of the church and along the road as hard as ever she
could.

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Tue children were all at breakfast the next morning in the
old-fashioned kitchen. Nurse and her brother were having
an animated talk over some reminiscences of the past, when
there was a knock at the back door, and Mrs. Giles went
out. Coming back, she appeared with a small hamper under
her arm, which she placed on the floor.

“Tis the queerest thing I know of,” she said. ‘‘ Look at
the label now, Jack; whoever is it for?”

Every one crowded round at once.

“For the little odd one at Brook Farm.”

“Tis for one of the children,” said Jack, rubbing his
head ; “they be the only little ’uns that I know of.”

“It’s for Betty! ” shouted Douglas and Molly, excitedly ;
“she’s the odd one! Open it quick, Betty; perhaps it’s a
big cake.”

“Tt’s alive! ’’ exclaimed nurse, as, on her knees, she tried
to undo the fastenings. ‘“‘Come along, Miss Betty; you
shall open it for yourself.”

Betty came near and with trembling fingers cut the
string.

A minute after, and out of the hamper jumped a beautiful
little black-and-white spaniel.

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The Odd One

There were screams of delight from all the children, and
great surmises as to who could have sent it. Betty guessed,
but said nothing when she found a piece of paper tied to a
brass collar round his neck, with these words: ‘“ From a
friend, hoping he may prove a true companion.”

She clasped her arms round the dog’s neck in ecstasy.
“He is my very, very own,” she said, looking up at nurse
with shining eyes, “and I’ll have him for ever and ever.”

The little creature sniffed at her face, and then put out his
tongue and gave her a lick of satisfaction and approval.
From that time the two were all in all to each other.

There was a great deal of discussion about him that morn-
ing, and Betty had to tell of the strange, stern lady who had
spoken to her in the wood.

“I’m sure she sent him,” Betty kept repeating; “ I’m sure
she did.”

“It was awfully mean to keep your adventure so secret,”
said Douglas, looking at the dog very wistfully. ‘‘She must
be a fairy godmother living in the wood. I wish she would
send me something.”

“Perhaps she is a wicked fairy or witch,” suggested Molly,
“who has turned a prince into a little dog, and we must find
a kind of spell to bring him back to a prince again.”

“That’s what I’ll call him,” said Betty, looking up. “I'll
call him ‘ Prince.’ ”’

Nurse at first demurred at having such an addition to her
family, but Mrs. Giles comforted her with the assurance:
“ There, let the little miss enjoy him; she’ll soon get tired of
him,—children always do,—and when you go back to the
City you can leave him behind with us. He’s a good breed
—that we can see; and Jack will be able to sell him if we
don’t care about keeping him.”

It was fortunate Betty did not hear this suggestion. Prince
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Prince

was rapidly filling a void in her little heart, of which only
she, perhaps, had been dimly conscious. She was a child
with strong affections and intense feelings, and a yearning to
have some one to love and to be loved in return. None of
the little Stuarts was demonstrative, and few guessed how
deeply and passionately the bright and mischievous Betty
longed for the sympathy and love that were so rarely shown
toward her.

So engrossing was the possession of Prince that the day
went by and tea-time came before Betty thought of her new
friend in the church.

But when tea was over she took Molly into her confidence.
“ Molly, do you think I might take Prince for a walk ? Would
he follow me?”

“Where are you going?’”’

“Tm going to see a lady that I think is the governess Mr.
Roper told me about. Nesta, her name is; only I think he
called her Mother Nesta. I told you about it one night,
don’t you remember? She’s really very old, but she looks
very young, and this one must be her.”

“Where did you find her? ”

“Tn a church.”

“Oh!” and Molly’s tone was indifferent; “I don’t like
people in church. Nurse says she is going to take us to
church to-morrow. I hoped she would forget. Last Sunday ,
it was too far, she said. And Douglas and I were going to
have a beautiful church in the orchard; there’s an apple-tree _— SS a
just like a pulpit.” SNE

“ Molly,” called out Douglas, “Sam is going down to the
river to fish; he says he’ll show us where we can fish too.
Do come on!”

Away ran Molly. The twins were playing in the garden
porch, and nurse chatting in the kitchen with her sister-in-

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law. Betty called Prince, who had been busy with a saucer
of scraps, and, putting on her straw hat, set off along the
road to church. Prince was certainly a great charge. He
~ was a dog of an inquiring mind, and his continual rushes
into the hedgesides, and long searches after young frogs in the
grass, considerably delayed his young mistress’s progress.

But at length the church was reached. ‘The evening
shadows threw long, weird shapes across the darkened path
that led to the porch, the rooks were noisier than usual, and
Betty looked anxiously down at Prince.

“You won't bark, dear, will you?” she said, stooping and
lifting him into her arms. ‘‘ Because church is a very quiet -
place, and music is the only noise allowed. Ill take you in
to see the prettiest little girl you’ve ever seen, and she’s lying
so still, I’ve brought her some forget-me-nots.”

Prince struggled a little at first, but Betty soothed him and
then crept inside.

“Tm afraid I’ve come too late,” she murmured, as she
looked round the silent church and saw no signs of the lady ;
“but Dll come another day soon and see her.”

Softly she made her way round to the stained-glass window
she loved, but started in astonishment when she saw leaning
against the monument a tall, strange gentleman.

He did not see Betty. His brows were knitted and his
lips twitching strangely under his heavy, dark mustache. With
folded arms he stood leaning against the pillar, and looking
down upon the fair figure of the recumbent child in front of
him ; then he stooped, and, taking up one of the fading lilies
across the child’s hands, looked at it wonderingly.

“The picture more lasting than the thing itself,” he mut-
tered; “it is all that is left us. The fragile productions of
nature cannot exist long in this hard, rough world, and yet
how I tried to shield her from every blast!”

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A slight whine from Prince startled him, and looking round
he pulled himself together sternly.

“What are you doing here, little girl?”

Almost the same words that had been said to her in the
wood the other day; and Betty began to wonder if she were
again on forbidden ground.

“Does the church belong to you?” she asked, standing
her ground and looking up through her long, dark lashes
rather shyly. ‘‘Am I where I oughtn’t to be? I came to
see that little girl.”

He looked at her.

“What do you know about her?”

“T don’t know anything, but I want to know. I love
her, and I’ve brought her some more flowers.”

“Did you put these lilies here? ”

“Yes; they’re quite dead now, aren’t they?”

“ Of course they are; this is the place of death.”

Betty did not understand the bitter tone, but she said
simply, pointing to the child’s figure, ‘“‘She isn’t really dead,
is she? She has gone to sleep. I was thinking when I was
here before, if Jesus would only just walk out of that window

and touch her hands with His, she would open her eyes and
get up. I should like to see her, wouldn’t you? I watched
her the other day till I almost thought I saw her move. But
she will wake up one day, won’t she?”

There was no answer.

Betty slipped her little hand in his. “ Would you give her Ys
these forget-me-nots, or lift me up so that I can doit?” She Uf
had dropped Prince, who was sniffing suspiciously round the Y
gentleman’s heels, and waited anxiously for his reply. He
took her in his arms, and held her there while she placed the Ray
flowers in the position she wished; and then, before she was ff

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in heaven. I like to believe she is there, but I’m not quite
sure. Do you know if she came out of tribulation? ”

“Why should she?”

“ Because it says, about those in white robes with crowns:
‘These are they which came out of great tribulation, and
have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood
of the Lamb.’ It makes me feel very unhappy sometimes
because I haven’t been through tribulation yet, and I sha’n’t
be ready to die till I have.”

She was set quickly down upon her feet, and without a
word the gentleman left her, striding down the aisle and
shutting the church door with a slam that echoed and re-
echoed through the silent church.

Betty was startled at his sudden departure. She took up
her dog in her arms again, and stood gazing silently up at
the window above, through which the setting sun was send-
ing colored rays in all directions; then with a little sigh she
turned and left the church. Outside the porch was a gray-
headed old man, the sexton, who was taking his evening walk
among the graves.

“ Hulloo!” he said, ‘be you the one that banged this ’ere
door just now? Iwas enough to scare the owls and bats
and all the other beasties from their holes forevermore.”

“No, it wasn’t me; it was a gentleman.”

“Ah, was it, now? Shouldn’t be surprised if I knew who
it was! ’Twas Mr. Russell, surely! There’s no other gent
that favors this ’ere buildin’ like him.”

“Ts he Violet Russell’s father? ” questioned Betty, eagerly.

The old man nodded. “Yes, he be that little maid’s
parent, and he’ll never get over her loss. She were the apple
of his eye, and when she were took he were like a man de-
mented. Ah, ’tis the young as well as the old I have to dig
for!”

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“ Does that gentleman live here?” asked Betty.

“Aye, surely, for he be the owner of the whole property
hereabout. But ’tis not money will give comfort; he have
had a deal o’ trouble. I mind when his father turned him
out o’ doors for his paintin’ and sich like persoots. And he
went to Italy, and there he taught hisself to be a hartist, and
painted and carved a lot o’ stone figures; and folks say he
made a name for hisself in the big city. He were taken
back by his father after a bit, and came a-coortin’ Miss
Violet Granger, that lived over at Deemster Hall. But his
brother, Mr. Rudolph, cut him out when he went off to Ger-
many for a spell, and he and Miss Violet runned away to-
gether, and when he come back he found his bride stolen.
He were terrible cut up, and off he goes to foreign parts again ;
and never a sight of he did us get till the old squire were
dead, and Mr. Rudolph had killed hisself out huntin’. Then
Mr. Frank comes home agen witha brand-new wife, and we
thought as how his life were a-mendin’ and things were look-
in’ up. He seemed brighter too; but lackaday ! ’twere not
ten months afore I had to dig a grave for her; and she left
him a two-day-old babe to bring up. And little Miss Violet
were the joy of his heart ; she were a purty, bright little maid,
and were out on her little pony every day wi’ her father. She
just doted on him, and he were as lovin’ as a woman wi’
her. Then there come the day when the little maid got a
ugly fall from her pony, and all the City doctors were sent
for, but could do no good; and she were in bed a-wastin’
away for nigh a twelvemonth, and then she died. "Twere a
mercy, for she’d have been a hunchbacked cripple had she
lived; and Mary Foster, what were her maid, said as ’ow she
suffered terrible at times. The Lord were marciful in takin’
of. her; but ’tis not. to be wondered at Mr. Frank takin’ it
sorely. And then he shut hisself up in his paintin’-room,

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and never comed out of it till he had cut the little maid’s
figure out in stone, like as you see it in the church. Many’s
the visitor that I’ve a-taken in to see it, and the ladies they
comes away sheddin’ tears at the little dear. He put up the
colored window, too, and comes to church reg’lar; but he’s
hard and cold like the stones he cut, and ’tis his troubles have
spoiled him. I mind he were a bright-faced, bonny lad
once, that I used to show birds’ nests to in the hedges;
but now he passes me wi’out a civil word or look. Aye,
it’s trouble and toil and tribbylation that is man’s lot here
below!”

Betty listened to this long harangue breathlessly. Much
of it she could not follow, but the old man’s closing sentence
made her look at him eagerly.

“Do you know about tribulation? ” she asked.

“Me know of it! Aye, surely, when I’ve buried six sons
and daughters, and last of all my woife, and dug all their
graves mysel’, save two, which were Jack in foreign parts
which died of yellow fever, and only a packet of letters,
sent back to us belongin’ to him, and in them there were a
bit o’ his mother’s gray hair, which he had cut off that play-
ful afore he went away. And then there were Rob, that
were killed down a coal-mine, and we could never get at his
body; and he left a widder and three childer, and she were
married to one o’ his chums afore a twelvemonth past—the
unfeelin’ hussy; but I’ve washed my hands of the lot.
Aye, I’ve been through troubles and tribbylation, which is
our lot in this world; but I’ve had a many more than most
folks.” .

“Then you must be quite ready to die? ” said Betty, look-
ing at him thoughtfully.

The old man looked at her, then rubbed his head in a
puzzled way.

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“T’m no’ so sure about that, little lassie. I’ve seen scores
brought into this churchyard and placed in my graves, but
there are toimes when I think o’ seein’ mysel’ let down into
a strange grave, and one not cut half so foine as mine; for
I’m up to my trade, and none could do it better; and I’m
thinkin’ if that day will wait till I’m ready for it—well, ’twill
be a good way off yet!”

Betty knitted her brows in perplexity.

“Tf you’ve been through tribulation, you must be very
nearly ready for heaven—the Bible says so.”

“ Aye, do it? Let’s hear, missy; for sure I’ve had my lot
o’ woe, and the Lord do be marciful!”

For a second time that afternoon Betty repeated the text
that was so occupying her mind and thoughts. The old man
listened attentively.

“Vou see,” said Betty, leaning against an old yew-tree and
hugging Prince close to her, “it’s the first part that’s so diffi-
cult to me, but it must be quite easy for you. The end of
it fits us all, but the tribulation doesn’t fit me.”

“And what be the end of it?” asked the sexton.

“Tt says they washed their robes, and made them white
in the blood of the Lamb.”

“ Aye,” said the old man, after a minute’s silence, “ and ’tis
the end of it don’t fit me.”

The child looked up, astonishment coming into her blue
eyes.

“But that’s very easy,” she said; ‘‘ that is coming to Jesus
and asking Him to wash our sins away in His blood. I
thought everybody did that. I do it every night, because
I’m an awful wicked girl. I’m always forgetting to be good.”

Again there was silence. The old man looked away over
the hills in the distance. It was just the quietest time in the
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—even the rooks had subsided,—and the stillness and peace
around drew his heart and mind upward. Betty thought he
was looking at the sunset, which was shedding its last golden
rays over the misty blue outlines of the hills across the hori-
zon. Presently he drew the cuff of his sleeve across his eyes.
“ And who be they that the Book says that of?” he asked.

“Why, it’s the people in heaven—every one who dies, I
s’pose. I like to think of them there; but I do want dread-
fully to join them one day, and I’m afraid sometimes I shall
be left out.”

Tears were filling the earnest little eyes, and the curly head
bent over Prince to hide them.

“JT mind,” said the sexton, slowly, “that my missis, before
she died, told me to pray, ‘Wash me, and I shall be whiter
than snow.’ I expect she knew all about the washin’, but
I’ve never done much harm to any one, and I’ve attended
church reg’lar.”

“T wish I was as good as you.” And Betty looked up
with emphatic utterance. “I’m always doing some one
harm; and nurse will scold me when I get in for being out
so late—I know she will. Good-by, old man.”

She put Prince down on the ground and trotted off, and
the old sexton looked after her with a shake of his head.

“She be a queer little lass! Aye, I would be glad to have
her chance of gettin’ to the kingdom. But I’ll have a look

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THE next morning being Sunday, the three elder children
were taken to church by nurse. It was a small village con-
gregation, and Betty looked round in vain for her friend
Nesta. She saw Mr. Russell standing grim and solitary in
his large, old-fashioned pew, and she had a nod from the
sexton at the church door. The clergyman’s wife and grown-
up daughter and a few grandly dressed farmers’ wives were
the only others who occupied seats of their own. The organ
was played by the schoolmaster, and after Nesta’s playing it
did not seem the same instrument. Betty was quieter than
her brother and sister. She could see her stained window
and little Violet’s figure from where she sat; she could even
catch sight of her forget-me-nots, now looking withered and
dead; and her thoughts kept her restless little body still.
Molly and Douglas did not like church; their fair heads
were close together, and occasionally a faint sniggle would
cause nurse to look round with stern reproval. But at last
the long service was over, and they came out into the fresh,
sweet air of a June morning.

Nurse had several friends to talk to in the churchyard,
and Molly and Betty walked on soberly in front of her, feel-
ing subdued and a little uncomfortable in their stiff white
frocks and best Leghorn hats and feathers.

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“Where is Douglas? ” whispered Betty.

“Hush! don’t let nurse know; he saw a pair of legs through
a little hole at the back of the organ, and he’s gone to see if
it is a robber hiding.”

“Will he fight himif itis? ” said Betty, with an awe-struck
look. Then, an expression of relief crossing her face, she
said, “I know; it’s a boy that goes in at the back whenever
a person plays. I don’t know what he does, but I’ve seen
him there before.”

“When did you see him?” asked Molly, eagerly.

Betty’s private adventures never remained secret for long,
and she poured forth a long account of her various visits to
the church. _Molly was much impressed, but Douglas’s re-
turn soon turned her thoughts into another channel. He
looked flushed and disheveled, and his white sailor suit was
soiled and dusty; but nurse was too busy talking to notice
his appearance, and he joined the others with some impor-
tance in his tone.

“T’ve made a discovery,” he said. ‘‘ How do you think
a church organ is played? ”

“ Like a piano,” said Molly, promptly.

“Tt isn’t, then; you turn a handle like the organs in the
street, and a man or boy does all the work behind.”

The little girls looked skeptical, and Betty said, “I’m sure
you don’t, then, for we can see the person playing.”

“Well, they’re only pretending; I’ve seen the handle my-
self, and the boy told me if he didn’t pull it up and down
the organ wouldn’t play. It must be like a kind of duet,
perhaps. I expect he makes all the big, booming notes, and
the squeaky notes are made by the person in front. I’ve
promised him a part of my money if he’ll let me play instead
of him one day, and he says he will.”

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“besides, you won’t be able to do it properly, and if you
made a mistake it would be awful.”

“JT shall play it on a week-day, and I’ll make the old
organ sound, you see if I don’t!”

Directly the children reached home Betty flew to her dog,
who had been shut up in the garret while they had been at
church. Prince was already getting to know his little mis-
tress, and welcomed her back with short, happy barks and a
great many licks; and Betty poured out all her heart’s love
for him in the shape of caresses and pats and kisses, whisper-
ing in his silken ears many a secret, and hugging him to her
breast with a passionate vehemence which astonished and
amused those who saw her.

‘He is my own, my very own,” she kept repeating, “and
I shall never feel odd no more!”

She did not. It was a new and delightful sensation to be
one of a couple. ‘Molly and Douglas, Bobby and Billy,
and Prince and I,” she would say. No longer was she to
trot off alone in some of their games—Prince was always
ready to go with her; if Molly and Douglas were deep in
some conspiracy, so could she and Prince be; and the pent-
up feelings and thoughts of rather a lonely little heart were
poured out to one who listened and sympathized with his
soft brown eyes and curly tail, but who never betrayed the
confidence reposed in him.

At no time in her life had Betty been so happy as she was
now; her little, pensive face sparkled with gladness when
Prince gamboled by her side; and nurse asserted that the
dog kept her out of mischief and was a very successful
addition to their party. It was some days before she visited
the church again, but when she did the organ was sounding,
and she found her friend already playing. Rolling Prince
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peeped out, Betty crept up close to the player and stood
unnoticed for some minutes. Then Nesta Fairfax turned
round and gave the child a pleased smile.

“My little friend again!” she said. “I have been won-
dering what has become of you. Have youcome fora talk?”

“No; only to listen to the music,” said Betty.

“Then I will go on playing.”

She turned back to the organ, and for some time Betty
listened in silence, sitting on a hassock and rocking Prince
backward and forward, till, warm and exhausted with his
ineffectual struggles to free himself, he fell asleep in her
arms.

At last, when there was a pause in the music, Betty said
earnestly :

“Will you sing again what you did when I thought you
were an angel?”

“What was it, I wonder?”

“Tt was about ‘these are they which came out of great
tribulation ’! ”

“Oh yes, I remember.”

And the sweet, clear voice rang out through the silent
church, and the organ rose and fell to the beautiful words,
till Betty could hardly bear it.

“Ts it over? ” she asked as the last note died away.

Nesta Fairfax turned her glowing face upon the child.

“You love it as much as I do, you little mite!” she said ;
“but you mustn’t cry. Do you know where those words
come from? ”

She put her arms round her and drew her to rest against
her as she spoke.

“Yes,” said Betty, with a nod; ‘I know all about them.
I’ve read it sixty hundred times, I think, and I know that

verse by heart. I want to ask you about it.”
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Nesta waited, and with a little effort Betty said:

“TI want dreadfully to be one of them one day, and I’m
afraid I never shall. I was talking to the old man who digs
graves the other day; the first part of the verse doesn’t fit
me, and the last doesn’t fit him—at least he said so. I
wonder if both parts fit you?”

Nesta gazed at Betty in a puzzled kind of way, then
looked away, for her eyes were filling with tears.

“Perhaps it may,” she said softly ; “I should like to think
it did.”

“And can you tell me how I can go through tribulation?
I want to get it over, so that I can be quite ready for heaven.”

“My dear child, if God means you to have it, He will
send it in His own good time. Never wish for troubles;
they will come fast enough as you grow older.”

“That’s what nurse says; she tells us when we get to her
age we shall know what distress and trouble is. But s’posing
if I don’t live to grow up? Violet didn’t. And I’m so
afraid I may not get inside heaven. I may be left out of
those in the text, because I haven’t been through tribulation.
I don’t want to be left out. I want to be in the very middle
of them all! I want to stand singing, and havea crown and
a palm, and I want to hear some one ask who I am; and
then I want to hear the answer, ‘ She came out of tribulation!’
Oh, do tell me how I can go into it! Mr. Roper said you
would teach me a lot of things.”

Betty’s voice was eloquent in her beseeching tone, .and
Nesta was silent for a moment; then she said:

“Trouble doesn’t take us to heaven; tribulation, even
martyrdom, does not. Don’t you know what does? What
did Jesus Christ come into the world for? What did He
die for? . Will you sing a little hymn with me? I expect
you know it.”

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Betty looked delighted.

“ And will you play the organ?”

“Yes.”

Then Nesta began to sing, and Betty’s sweet little voice
chimed in, for well she knew the words:

‘There is a green hill far away,
Beyond the city wall,
Where our dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

‘We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear; [{
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.

‘‘He died that we may be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

‘There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven and let us in.

‘Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.”






“ Now can you tell me why the Lord Jesus Christ died?
What does the hymn say?”

“He died that we may be forgiven,
He died to make us good,”
quoted Betty, slowly.
“Go on.”

‘‘ That we might go at last to heaven,
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“Then how can we get to heaven?”

“Because Jesus died for us.”

“Yes, He died to let you go to heaven, Betty; He did it
all, and you have nothing to do with it. If you let Jesus
take your little heart and wash it in His blood, nothing will
ever keep you out of heaven.”

“But if I’m naughty?” asked Betty. “I’ve asked God
so often to give me a new heart and wash me in Jesus’ blood,
and sometimes I think He has done it; but then I’m always
getting into mischief, and nurse says it’s only the good chil-
dren go to heaven.”

“T think Jesus will teach you to be good if you ask Him,
and you mustn’t expect to be quite good all at once. Always
go to Him when you’ve been naughty, and tell Him about
it, and ask Him to help you to be good. He loves you,
Betty, and He will always listen to you and answer your
prayers.”

Betty’s blue eyes were looking intently at the speaker, and
her little lips took a resolute curve.

“T will be good,” she said; “I do love Jesus, and I’ll ask
Him all day long to keep me from being naughty.”

Then after a pause she said:

“Have you gone through tribulation? ”

“T have had a great deal of trouble.” And a sad look
came over Nesta’s face.

“My old man said he had had a lot of trouble, and he
told me Mr. Russell had. Trouble always means people
dying, doesn’t it?”

“There are troubles worse than death,” Nesta said gravely ;
“God grant you may never know such!” Then with a
change of tone she said brightly, “Don’t look for trouble,
darling; Jesus means you to be happy. Now shall we sing
one more hymn? and then I must go.”

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Betty joined in delightedly when Nesta began:

““There’s a friend for little children.”

After it was finished Nesta asked:

“What did you mean, Betty, by saying that a Mr. Roper
had told you I would teach your? Who is Mr. Roper?”

Betty told her, repeating as much of the conversation she
had had with him as she could remember; and Nesta laughed
aloud when she discovered the origin of the “lady who
taught.”

“He meant Mother Nature, Betty—a very different teacher
. to me.”
“Do you know her, then? Where does she live?”
“J will take you to see her when next we meet. You
“see her every day, Betty. Now I must go. Good-by.

re Is this a little doggy you have rolled up in your pina-



fore? I thought it was a doll. Now, Dick, you can come
out.”

Dick Green, a heavy-looking village boy, appeared from
behind the organ and followed Miss Fairfax down the aisle.
But Betty waited; she had brought two roses with her for
Violet’s monument, and she went to the seat upon which she
had laid them, and took them round to the other side of the
church, where she deposited them in the usual place. Then
calling Prince, who had been awakened from his sleep and
was now inspecting every corner of the church with nose and
paws, Betty set off homeward.

Nesta Fairfax had comforted her, but had not entirely
satisfied her perplexed little heart, and the busy brain was
still trying to solve the problem.

Betty was not the only visitor to the church that day.

Douglas disappeared after tea, and after nearly two hours’
absence returned, hot, tired, and very cross.

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At last he confided to Molly that he had been to play the
organ.

“ And I’m awfully afraid I’ve broken the horrid old thing,
and I don’t like that Dick Green! He took my money
and ran off, and I worked the handle up and down for hours ;
he told me the music would come in about a quarter of an
hour. It never did, but the organ gave great gasps and
groans; you never heard such a noise—just like Mr. Giles
when he goes to sleep after tea! It’s awfully hard work
pulling the handle up and down; I hope I haven’t broke it.
I think it wants some one to play on the front of it, but the
front part is locked up. But I’ve had a kind of adventure.
When I came out there was a strange gentleman looking at
one of the graves in the church, so I went up to see what he
was looking at, and it was the stone image of a little girl, and
there were some pink roses in her hands.”

Betty edged up close to her brother as he got thus far and
asked eagerly, “ What did he say about the roses?”

“ He looked at me with an awful frown, and I folded my
arms and frowned back—like this.”

And Douglas rumpled his fair brow into many creases,
and looked so ferocious that Molly was quite awed, though
disrespectful Betty laughed aloud.

“What are you doing here?’ he said. ‘Did you put
these roses here?’

“*No,’ I said. ‘Oughtn’t they to be there? I'll take
them away.’ And then he frowned worse than ever and said,
“Don’t you dare to lay a finger on them!’ and then he mut-
tered something about the church being always full of chil-
dren now. But I didn’t listen to him much; I was busy
looking at the little girl and thinking, and then I made up a
beautiful story on the spot; it’s something like some of the
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a minute. I said to him that I thought I could tell him
where the roses came from. And he said, ‘Where?’ And
then I said to him that the little girl was a sleeping beauty
waiting for a prince to come along and kiss her and wake
her up; but he hadn’t come yet, so a fairy was watching her
till he came, and every moonlight night she would bring some
flowers in, and creep inside them and sleep with her to keep
all the goblins off, and she would sing her songs in the night,
and tell her stories, and comfort her—”

“But,” interrupted Molly, “if she was asleep, how could
she hear the fairy?”

“You're too sharp! Perhaps you'll wait. I was just
going to say that in the night she was able to open her eyes,
only she couldn’t get up. I had just got as far as that when
the gentleman said, ‘Pshaw!’ and then he told me to run
off, and not come into the church again to tomfool—that’s
what he said. He was a kind of dark, grim-looking ogre,
and I’ll—well, I shall have more to do with him yet!”

This awful threat was accompanied with a very significant
shake of the flaxen head; but Betty cried out hotly:

“You don’t know anything about it! He’s the father of
that little girl, and he goes to her grave to say his prayers
and cry. I know more about him than you do, so there!”

“What do you know?”

But Betty walked off, hugging Prince under her arm, and
calling out as she went, with a spice of superiority in her
tone, “ Prince and I know all about him and her and the
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Ir was only a few days after this that nurse took all the
children to tea at an old farm-house about two miles off.
They rode part of the way in a farm-wagon, and were all in
the best of spirits, for it was haymaking time—a time of en-
trancing joy to all children, and to the little Stuarts a new
and delightful experience. They had tea out in one of the
fields under a shady elm, and were just separating after it
was over to have one more romp in the hay, when, to Betty’s




intense surprise, who should come across the field but Nesta a Die Dy, ee ne

Fairfax. She evidently knew Mrs. Crump, the farmer’s wife, oe in. ae Si

well, for she sat down and began chatting away about all her Sa 7 Ke

family, and then she caught sight of Betty. : Vi, 2
“Why, it’s my little friend!” she said, stooping down and See were se

kissing her; ‘‘and are these your brothers and sister ?”

Betty got crimson with delight, and introduced one after
the other with great importance, and Nesta won all their
hearts at once by joining them in their frolic. Her laugh
was as gay as theirs, and she could run as fast as any of
them.

“You're rather a nice grown-up person,” said Douglas,
approvingly, as at last she took her leave; “you aren’t so

dull and stupid as grown-up people generally are. Will you
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come and see us one day at our farm? I'll take you to see
the sweetest white mice in the stable that Sam keeps, and
there’s heaps of easy trees to climb in the orchard if you like
climbing!”

“ And I'll show you a baby calf only two days old,” put
in Molly, “and three black-and-white kittens in a loft, with
a lot of apples one end; we’ve jolly things at our farm, if
you'll only come.”

“ And a see-saw and a swing,” added the twins.

“ And what will Betty show me?” asked Nesta, amused.

“T think I'll show you the flowers, and the forget-me-nots,
and water-cress in the brook,” said Betty, meditatively.

“Then I really must come, with such an enchanting pro-
: a * gram before me,” said Nesta. And she kissed them all round,
===~- told nurse she envied her her little family, cracked some jokes

with old Crump and his wife, and departed, leaving behind
her a breezy brightness and cheeriness that she brought with
her wherever she came.

“A pleasant young lady,” said nurse; “who is she, Mrs.
Crump?”

“ Ah, well,” said Mrs. Crump, shaking her head solemnly,
“there’s a sad story attached to the family. My niece, what
the master and I have brought up like one of our own chil-
dren, has got the sitivation as maid to Mrs. Fairfax, and she
knows all the ins and outs of their trouble as no one else do.
You see, this is how it is. They were a City family, and
come down here first for change of air. They took lodgings
in Mrs. Twist’s farm; there were Mrs. Fairfax and the two
young ladies, and a dashing young gentleman, the son, who
came down for a day or two at a time, but he never stayed
long. Mrs. Fairfax were proud as proud could be, and very
cold and stern like, except to her son, so Jane says; and him
she couldn’t do enough for—her heart was just bound up in
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him! Jane went back with them to the City, but she says
the way the young gentleman went on were enough to break
any mother’s heart. He was fast going to the bad; and yet
his mother, though she would scold and fume at times, never
seemed to see it, and paid his debts and let him have his
fling. Miss Nesta were engaged to be married, and Jane
says her lover did all he could to stand by her brother and
keep him straight, but it weren’t no good whatever. And
about two year ago the end came. Mr. Arthur had some
trouble over a gaming-table; that was the beginning; then
he went and signed a bank-check that wasn’t his,—I believe
as how it is called forging,—and the gentleman whose check
it was had him up in court; he wouldn’t hush it up, and it
was the talk of all the City, so Jane tells me. His mother
would have paid up, though it would have ruined her, but
she weren’t allowed; and he were sent to prison across the
seas for seventeen years. Jane says Mrs. Fairfax seemed
turned to stone; she shut up the City house and went abroad
to some foreign place with a long name—I forgets it now;
and then she comes back and takes Holly Grange, which is
as nice an old house as ever you see, and belonged to a
Colonel Sparks who died only a twelvemonth ago, and is
about a mile from here, over against that wood you see
yonder. But I’m tiring of you with this long tale.”

“T like to hear it,” said nurse; and so did Betty, though
a good deal of it was incomprehensible to her. She sat with
Prince in her arms on the grass close by, and her quick little
ears were listening to every word.

“Well,” said Mrs. Crump, with a sigh, “there ain’t much
more to tell. Jane says Mrs. Fairfax shuts herself up and
won't see a single visitor. Miss Grace, the eldest daughter,
who was never very strong, has become a confirmed invalid,
with very crotchety and fidgety ways, and makes every one

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miserable who comes near her. Miss Nesta is the only one
that keeps bright; and Jane says her temper is that sweet,
she bears with all her sister’s crossness and unreasonableness,
and her mother’s icy coldness, like an angel. She have had
her troubles, too, poor thing! Jane tells me that it was Mrs.
Fairfax made her break off her engagement with her lover;
he were some relative of the gentleman that lost the check,
and she wouldn’t have the engagement go on on no account.
Jane says her lover had a talk with Mrs. Fairfax; and he
were rather a high and mighty gentleman, and he left the
room as white as death, and declared he would never set
foot in the house again. Jane thinks Mrs. Fairfax was be-
side herself at the time and must have insulted him fearful.
Anyhow, it all came to an end. It’s a world of trouble, Mrs.
Duff. But I feel very sorry for Miss Nesta. The other
ladies hardly ever leave the house or grounds, and they would
like to keep Miss Nesta in as well; but she comes across to
me and has a chat, and she reads a chapter and has prayers
with grandfather. She’s a very good young lady, and no one
would think, to look at her, what she have come through.”

“Has she come through tribulation?” asked Betty, look-
ing up suddenly.

“Well, I never did! To think of that child a-taking it
allin!” ejaculated Mrs. Crump. “ What do you know about
tribulation, little missy? ”

“Tt means trouble or distress, I know.” And Betty’s face
was very wistful as she spoke.

“Run along and play with the others,” said nurse, quickly,
“and don’t worry your head over other people’s troubles.

There is plenty of it in the world, but your time hasn’t come
for it yet.”

“T wish it would come,” said Betty, softly, “and then I
could put myself in that text.”

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But only Prince heard the whispered words, and he wagged
his tail in sympathy.

It was that night that Betty added another clause to her
evening prayers. She generally said them aloud at nurse’s
knee, but it was not the first time that she had said, ‘I want
to whisper quite a secret to God,” and nurse always let her
have her way.

“She is a queer little thing,” she told her brother; ‘‘some-
times naughtier and more contrary than all the rest put to-
gether, and sometimes so angel-like that I wonder if she won’t
have an early death. But there’s no knowing how to take
her!”

Betty’s secret was this:

“ And please, God, forgive Prince his sins and take him to
heaven when he dies, and let me come through great tribu-
lation, so that I may be like your people in heaven.”

When haymaking commenced at Brook Farm the children’s
delight knew no bounds. Every moment of the day they
were out in the fields, and as the great cart-loads of hay
were driven off they felt proud and pleased with having
helped in the work. Prince enjoyed it as much as any one,
but he never left his little mistress’s side for long. One
evening, as the tired haymakers were resting after having
placed the last load on the wagon, Betty, dancing by the
cart, was inspired to ascend the ladder which had been left
against it.

“Come on,” she shouted to Douglas and Molly, “and
we'll have a ride home.”

Up they went, unnoticed by any, and danced up and down
with delight when they reached the top. Then nurse dis-
covered them, and in her fright and anxiety at their risky
position she rushed toward them and screamed aloud. The
horses, startled, swerved hastily aside, and Douglas, danger-

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ously near the edge, overbalanced himself and fell with a
terrible thud to the ground. It was the work of a moment
to seize him and drag him from the wheels, which mercifully
did not touch him; but he was carried into the house stunned
and insensible, and Molly and Betty, with scared, white faces,
were taken down and sent indoors.

“Tt’s your fault,” whispered Molly to the frightened Betty ;
“you made us come up. And now Douglas will die! I
think he’s dead already. You'll be a murderer, and you'll
be sent to prison and hung!”

And Betty quite believed this assertion, and crept up to
the passage outside Douglas’s bedroom, trembling with ex-
citement and fright. She crouched down in a corner, and
Prince came up, put his two paws on her shoulder, and licked
her face with a little wistful whine. It was a long time be-
fore nurse came out of the room, and then she wasted very
few words on the little culprit.

“Go to bed, you naughty child, and tell Miss Molly to
go too. You are never safe from mischief, and it’s a mercy
your brother hasn’t been killed.”

“Will he get better, nurse?”

But nurse made no reply, and both little girls were long
before they got to sleep that night, so fearful were their
conjectures as to the fate of their brother.

Douglas was only stunned for the time and very much
bruised and shaken. Nurse kept him in bed for two or three
days, and the two little girls were unremitting in their care
and attention. He accepted their services with much com-
placency, and enjoyed his important and interesting position.

“What would you two girls have done if I had died?” he
asked. ‘‘ Who would have been your leader then?”

“You're not my leader,” said Betty, promptly. ‘No one
is my leader; I lead myself.”

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“T don’t know what I should have done,” said Molly,
pensively. ‘I should have had to go about with Betty then.
You see, I should have her, and the twins have themselves.
I don’t think Bobby and Billy would miss any of us much if
we were to die. We should be equal if you died, Douglas
—two and two; but I’m glad you're going to get better.”

“You wouldn’t have gone about with me, Molly,” said
Betty, with a decisive shake of her head, as she stooped to
caress Prince at her feet, “‘ because you would have been one
too many. We are two and two without you. I don’t want
any one with me but Prince. You would have to be the
odd one if Douglas died, like I used to be.”

“Prince is only a dog,” said Molly, with a little curl of
her lip. ‘I wouldn’t make two with a dog.”

Betty’s eyes sparkled dangerously.

“Prince is ever so much nicer than you are—much nicer;
and you're jealous because he likes me and not you. He’s
my very own, and I love him, and he loves me; and I love
him better than all the people in the world put together, so
there!”

“You needn’t get ina temper. He’s a silly, stupid kind
of a dog, and Mr. Giles said yesterday, if he caught him
chasing his sheep round the field, he would give him a good
beating; and I hope he will, for he nearly chased the sheep
yesterday.”

“When you two have done fighting, I should like to speak.
My head aches. I think I should like some of the jelly nurse
made for me; it will make it better.”

The little girls’ rising wrath subsided. Both rushed to
fulfil Douglas’s desire ; for had not nurse left them in charge,
and had she not also warned them against exciting him by
loud talking and noise? :

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saw Miss Fairfax in church yesterday, and she asked me how
you were.”

“What were you doing in church? ” demanded Douglas.
“Tt wasn’t Sunday.”

“Prince and I go to church very often,” said Betty, putting
on aprim little air. ‘‘ We have several businesses there, but
we don’t tell every one what we do.”

“Do you play the organ?” asked Douglas, a little eagerly.

“No; but we hear it played, and we sing, and we—well,
we do lots of other things.”

“T shall come with you next time you go.” And Doug-
las’s tone was firm.

“No,” said- Betty; “you'll be one too many. I don’t
want Molly, and I don’t want you. I’ve got Prince, and I
don’t want no one else.”

It was thus she aired her triumphs daily, and it was by
such speeches that she revealed how much she had felt and
suffered in times past by being so constantly left out in the
cold. And Prince was daily becoming more and more com-
panionable. Not one doubt did Betty ever entertain as to
his not understanding or caring for her long confidences. He
slept in a little basket at the foot of her bed. She was
wakened by his wet kisses in the morning, and he liked noth-
ing better than snuggling into bed with her. Tucking his
little black nose under her soft chin, he would place a paw
on each of her shoulders and settle off into a reposeful sleep ;
while Betty would lie perfectly still, gazing at him with loving
eyes, and every now and then giving him a gentle squeeze
and murmuring, “ You’re my very own, my darling, and I
love you.”

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Betty and Prince had been straying through the lanes, and ©

had suddenly come upon the old sexton, who was leaning

over his cottage gate smoking a short clay pipe.

Betty’s face dimpled with smiles.

““May I come in and see your little house?” she asked.
“Prince and I want something to do. Douglas and Molly
are lying in a hammock and making up stories, and the twins
are no company.”

“Come in, come in, my dear, and welcome; but ’tis a
lonesome kind o’ home with only me in it; ’twas very differ-
ent once on a time.”

He led the way up a narrow path through rows of cab-
bages and sweet peas, and ushered her into a tiny kitchen,
clean, but rather untidy. Betty looked round with a child’s
admiring eyes. There were great shells on the mantelpiece,
a stuffed owl on a sideboard, and lots of other quaint curi-
osities on some shelves in a recess.

Then she climbed into a big rocking-chair.’

“This is lovely,” she said ; “‘it’s almost as good as a rock-
ing-horse, if you go very fast.”

The old man stood looking at her for a minute, then seated

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himself on the low window-seat and went on smoking. When
Betty had swung herself violently to and fro for some min-
utes, she asked:

“ Have you been busy digging graves to-day?”

“No; ’tis a fortnight since I had one; the season has bin
rare and healthy.”

“Then what have you been doing?” demanded the child.

“Oh, I don’t let the time slip by; there are a many things
I turn my hand to. I digs my ’taters up, and gardens a bit
first thing in the mornin’, and I cleans up in my churchyard,
and then I cooks a bit o’ dinner and has a bit o’ gossip with
my neighbors. I’m a sociable sort 0’ chap, though I’m so
lonesome. And I has a bit o’ readin’ on occasions. Are
you a-thinkin’ any more o’ that ’ere tex’ that we was a-argu-
fyin’ on t’other arternoon? ”

Betty nodded.

“Tm always thinking of it,” she said, stopping the motion
of the chair and looking up at him with grave, earnest eyes.

“ Ah, well,so-am I! I’ve hada good bit o’ readin’, too;
tis a most important thing, the Bible be, and I’ve been giv-
in’ a good bit o’ my mind to it latterly. ‘Twas your calm
tone of sayin’ I must be ready to die if I’d bin through
tribbylation started me off. I couldn’t quite make out about
the washin’, and so I’ve a-looked it up. And I’ve found
out from the old Book that I’m as black a sinner as ever
lived on this ’ere blessed earth.”

“ How dreadful!” Betty said in an awed, shocked tone;
“and you told me you were so good! I never knew grown-
up people were wicked; I thought it was only children.
What made you find it out ?”

“ Well, twas readin’ what we ought to live like first knocked
me down. I got a-lookin’ through them there epistles, and
got awful cast down. And then I thinks to mysel’, p’r’aps,
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arter all, Paul and such like were too severe; so I went to
the gospels, for I’ve always heerd the gospels tell of love,
and not judgment; but I wasn’t comforted by them, not a
bit—not even when I turned up the sheep chapter that I
used for to learn as a little ’un. It says there, ‘My sheep
hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.’ And
I says to myself, ‘Reuben, you’ve never a-listened to His
voice ; you’ve a-gone your own way all your life through, and
you ain’t a-follered Him one day in all the sixty and eight
years you’ve a-bin on this ’ere blessed earth!’ Well, I began
to think I’d better say that prayer my dear old missis a-told
me: ‘Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.’ And then
‘twas last Toosday night about seven o’clock I got the an-
swer.”

The old man paused, took his pipe out of his mouth, and
looked up at the blackened rafters across his little kitchen
with a quivering smile about his lips, while Betty, with knitted
brows, tried hard to follow him in what he was saying.

“TI was a-turnin’ over the leaves of the old Book,” he con-
tinued, “when I come to a tex’ which stared me full in the
face, and round it was penciled a thick black line, which was
the doin’ of my missis. I'll read it for you, little maid.”

He rose and took from the shelf a large family Bible.
Placing it on the table, he turned over its leaves with a
trembling hand, and then his voice rang out with a solemn
triumph in it: “ ‘Come now, and let us reason together, saith
the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as
white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall
be as wool.’ My knees began to tremble, for I says to my-
self, ‘Reuben, ’tis the Lord’s voice to thee.’ And I drops
down on the floor, just where you're a-sittin’, missy, and I
says, ‘Amen, so be it, Lord.’ I gets up with a washed soul
—washed in the blood of the Lamb.”

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There was silence; the old man’s attitude, his upward
gaze, his solemn emphasis, awed and puzzled Betty.

“ And now youve in the text!” she said at last, somewhat
wistfully, as she drew Prince to her and lifted him into her
lap.

“TI shall be one o’ these days, for certain sure,” was old
Reuben’s reply; “but ’tis the Lord that will put me there—
tis His washin’ that has done it.”

“That’s what Miss Fairfax said; she said it wasn’t tribu-
lation would bring us to heaven. She made me sing:





‘There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;

- He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven and let us in.’



. i mune

But I’m quite sure God won’t mean me to stand in the middle
of those people round the throne, if I haven’t been through
tribulation; I’m quite sure He won’t! I shall find myself
in a mistake if I try to creep in among them; and oh, I
want to be there! I want to be there!”

Tears were welling up, and Prince wondered why he was
clutched hold of so convulsively by his little mistress.

Reuben looked at her, rubbed his head a little doubtfully,
and then straightened himself up with a sudden resolve.

‘Look here, little maid, you just a-foller me; I’m a-goin’
to the church.”

Up-Betty sprang; her tears were brushed away; and she
and Prince danced along by the side of the old man, her
doubts and fears dispersing for the time.

But Reuben was very silent. He led her into the cool,
dark church and up the side aisle to the tomb of little Violet
Russell. There he stopped and directed the child’s gaze

above it to the stained-glass window.
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“Can you read the tex’, little maid?”

“Yes,” said Betty, brightly ; “why, even Bobby and Billy
know that: ‘Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and
forbid them not.’ ”

“And that’s what the Lord says,” the old man went on.

“Did He say the children were to have tribbylation afore
they comed to Him? Why, for sure not! And if you, little
missy, go straight into His arms when you gets to heaven,
you'll be safe enough, and He’ll know where to put you.”

Betty’s little face beamed all over. :

“And He will love me even if I haven’t been through
tribulation? ”

“Why, for sure He will.” os

Betty gave a happy little sigh. v 7

‘“‘T tell you what, now,” Reuben added; “if you're a-
wantin’ to have tribbylation made clear to you, I'll take you
down to see old Jenny—‘praychin’ Jenny,’ she used to be
called, for she used to hold forth in chapel better than a
parson. And she’s bin bedridden these twelve year; but she
can learn anybody about the Bible. She knows tex’s by
thousands. There bain’t no one can puzzle Jenny over the
Bible.”

“Ts she very ill?” asked Betty.

“She’s just bedridden with rheumatics, that’s all; but ’tis
quite enough, and I was calkilatin’ only t’other day that I'll
have to be diggin’ her grave afore Christmas.”

“Will you take me to see her now?”

“For sure I will.”

Out of the cool church they went, and along the hot, dusty
road, till they reached a low, thatched cottage by the wayside.
Reuben lifted the latch of the door and walked right in.

There was a big screen just inside the door, and a voice
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“Who be there? ”

“Tis only Reuben and a little lass that wants to see you.”
And Betty was led round the screen to a big four-post bed
with spotlessly clean hangings and a wonderful patchwork
quilt. Lying back on the pillows was one of the sweetest
old women that Betty had ever seen. A close frilled night-
cap surrounded a cheery, withered face—a face that looked
as if nothing would break the placid smile upon it, nothing
would dim the joy and peace shining through the faded blue
eyes.

Betty held out her little hand.

“ How do you do?” she said. “ This old man has brought
me to see you; he said you would tell me about tribulation.”

“Bless your dear little heart! Lift her up on the foot of
the bed, Reuben. Why, what a bonny little maid! And
who may she be?”

“She be lodgin’ at Farmer Giles’s, and be troubled in her
mind concarnin’ tribbylation.”

The old woman reached over and laid a wrinkled hand on
the soft, childish one.

“Then tell old Jenny, deary, what it is.”

Betty was quite ready to do so, and poured forth such a
long, incoherent story that it was very difficult to understand
her. Jenny did not quite take in her perplexity.

“Aye, deary, most of us has tribbylation in some form or
tother. I often think, as I lie lookin’ at my patchwork quilt,
that it be just a pictur’ of our life—a little bit o’ brightness
and then a patch o’ dark; but the dark is j’ined to the bright,
and one never knows just what the next patch will be. But
the One who makes it knows; He’s a-workin’ in the pattern,
and the black, dark bits only serve to show up the bright
that’s a-comin’.”

“ Aye,” said Reuben, sinking into a chair; ‘I mind plenty
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o” black days in my life; but I’ve had a many bright ’uns
too—aye, and one white ’un, and that were last Toosday.
It be a fine patch o’ white in my quilt, Jenny!”

““Tribbylation!” said the old woman, musingly. “I mind
o’ several verses on it: ‘In the world ye shall have tribby-
lation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.’
‘We must through much tribbylation enter into the kingdom
of God.’ ‘We glory in tribbylations also; knowing that trib-
bylation worketh patience.’ ‘Who shall separate us from
the love of Christ? shall tribbylation?’ Ah, tribbylation is
tryin’ to the flesh, but ’tis for the improvin’ of the soul.”

“And does everybody have it except children?” asked
Betty, with a solemn face.

“T think as how most folks have it in one form or t’other;
the saints get it surely, for ‘whom the Lord loveth He chas-
teneth, and scourgeth every son whom He receiveth.’”

“What does ‘chasteneth’ mean?”

“ Punish, I take it, deary ; your father and mother punishes |
you at times, don’t they?” 4

“No, never; only nurse.” /

“Ah, well; and doesn’t she desire your good? She don’t f
do it just to spite you.”

“‘T s’pose it’s for my good,” said Betty, doubtfully.

“Tribbylation will allays be a mystery,” went on the old
woman, speaking more to Reuben than the child. “We
must bow our heads and take it, whether we like it or no;
and it’s wonderful strange how differently folks take it!
Seems to me, as the Bible puts it, it’s just a fire, and whiles
some, like wax, gets melted and soft by it, t’others are like
the clay—they gets hard and unbendable. I’ve known lots
o’ both those sorts in my time; ’tis only by keeping close to
the Hand that smites that you feels the comfort and healing
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the devil come a-sympathizin’ and a-groanin’ with you, then
it’s all bitterness through and through.”

“ Aye,” said Reuben; “me and the devil have oft sat down
together over my troubles, and he do know how to make ’em
werry black!”

Betty’s round eyes and puzzled gaze at this assertion made
Reuben adopt another tone.

“But here’s this little lass, Jenny, a-wantin’ to have trib-
bylation for fear she shouldn’t be one o’ the Lord’s people
after all.”

The old woman looked across at the child, and then she
nodded brightly at her.

“And you ‘shall have it, deary; the Lord will send it
surely; and when you're in the midst o’t, you mind these
words o’ the Lord’s: ‘Be thou faithful unto death, and I
will give thee a crown of life.’ It’s in tribbylation our faith
fails; we can’t see in the dark, and we mistrust our Guide.”

Betty’s face lit up at these words, and she brushed away
some glittering drops from her long lashes.

“You think I shall really have it? ” she questioned eagerly.

“Surely you will in some form or t’other, and p’r’aps be-
fore you’re a growed-up woman. I sometimes think little
folks’ troubles are as big as the older folks’.”

Betty did not hear much more of the conversation that
followed. Old Jenny had done more to comfort and satisfy
her than any one else, and she left the cottage with Reuben,
saying:

“T like Jenny very much, and so does Prince; we will
come and see her again.”

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Mo tty and Douglas were up in an apple-tree in the or-
chard, late one afternoon, when Betty and Prince came
rushing by.

“Hullo! where are you going? ” shouted Douglas.

Betty came to a standstill, and Prince likewise, the latter
putting his tongue out and looking up inquiringly as he
panted for breath,

Betty cut a caper. “I’m going to spend the day with
Miss Fairfax to-morrow—me and Prince. Hurray!”

And Prince danced round his little mistress’s legs with
delighted barks. :

“T don’t believe it,” said Molly, looking down through the
leafy branches. “ Didn’t she ask us too?”

“No, only me; she said she’d ask you another day.”

“Where did you see Miss Fairfax? ”

“Tn church; she has been making the loveliest music, and
Prince and I have been singing.”

“Prince singing!” said Douglas, contemptuously. “I
should like to hear him!”

“He does,” Betty said eagerly; “he really does. He kind
of whines in his throat and up his nose, and sometimes he
puts up his head, opens his mouth wide, and gives a lovely

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howl. And he looks awfully pleased when he’s done it; he
thinks he sings very nicely. Where’s nurse?”

“‘She’s washing Bobby; he tumbled right into the pigsty,
and came out a disgusting objec’.”

“Ts she rather cross?”

“Of course she is; she won’t let you go to Miss Fairfax
if you ask her now.”

“Then I’ll wait till tea.”

Betty threw herself down on the grass, and Prince sat at
her feet, thumping his tail on the ground and watching in-
tently every change that flitted across her face. Now and
then he would make a snap at some flies; if Betty spoke to
him his whole body would wriggle with ecstasy ; he seemed
to live on her smiles and caressing words.

“Tt will be very dull to spend the day with a grown-up
person,” said Douglas, presently; “I’m glad she didn’t ask
me; I never do care for grown-up persons.”

His lordly air in making this assertion helped to fortify
Molly, who was bitterly disappointed in not being included
in the invitation.

“T love her,” exclaimed Betty; “she’s the nicest grown-
up I’ve ever seen. She does laugh so, and isn’t a bit proper.”

“Well, you'll be sick of it before the day is over—you see
if you aren’t! Now Molly and I are going to have a lovely
day. Would you like to know what we’re going to do?”

Molly listened eagerly, for Douglas’s plans were always
sudden and unexpected.

“We're going off directly after breakfast with our dinner
in our basket, and we’re going down to the brook. I’m
going to build a bridge over it at the widest part!”

Both sisters looked aghast at this audacity.

“ What will you build it of? ” questioned Betty, skeptically.

“Of stones and clay. We shall make the clay down there,
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and I shall put a few boards in, and make it all smooth with
some putty that I saw in the stable.”

“You will fall in the water and get drowned,” said Betty.
And then she jumped up and ran off to the house to escape
a pelting shower of small green apples from her irate brother.

Nurse made a few objections at first when she heard of
Betty’s invitation ; but when she knew that Miss Fairfax was
going to call for her little guest, and had promised to bring
her safely back again, she gave the required permission, and
Betty’s sleep that night was full of wonderful dreams about
her coming visit.

She woke very early the next morning, and was full of
confidences to Prince of all that they were going to do and
say. She gave nurse no rest after breakfast until she had
dressed her in her best white frock and tan shoes and stock-
ings; then, with her large white Leghorn hat and little white
silk gloves, she sat up on a chair in the best front parlor,
feeling very important, and making a dainty little picture as
she sat there. Prince had a piece of pink ribbon tied round
his neck; Mrs. Giles had produced it from her work-basket,
and had gained a fervent kiss and hug from the little maiden

aereby.

At last Nesta arrived in a low pony carriage, to Betty’s
intense delight. She wished that Molly and Douglas had
waited to see her step in and drive off; but they had run off
half an hour before, nurse having packed them a lunch-basket
as desired.

Nesta smiled at the excited child, as she and Prince tumbled
themselves into the carriage with a good deal of fuss; but
when they were once off, driving through the shady lanes,
Betty folded her little hands demurely round Prince in her
lap, and upon her face came that dreamy look her friend so

loved to see. She did not ask questions, and the drive was
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a quiet one, until they at length drove through some iron
gates round a thick shrubbery, and up to a big white house
with green Venetian shutters and a brilliant show of roses in
front. Betty was lifted out and taken up some low stone
steps into a broad, old-fashioned hall. It seemed very cool
and quiet inside; thick, soft rugs lay about the tiled floor,
large pots of flowering shrubs stood here and there, and at
the farther end was an open door with striped awning out-
side, and a glimpse of a smooth, grassy lawn and bright
flower-beds.

Nesta opened a door and led Betty into a darkened room,
full of sweet scents of heliotrope and roses.

“Now I am going to bring you something, so sit down
and wait for me.”

Betty’s quick eyes were taking in everything; and as for
Prince, his nose was as busy as his eyes, and a low growl
and a stiffening of his ears soon told his little mistress that
he had discovered something objectionable. When Betty
crossed the room on tiptoe she found him in front of a large
mirror, and the snarl on his lips was not pleasant to see as
he faced his mock antagonist.

“O Prince, for shame! I must hold you. What would I
do if you broke that glass? Now come and look at these
beautiful pictures. Look at that lady up there; she has got
a little dog in her arms very like you.”

It was a pleasant morning-room, with plenty of pretty or-
naments scattered about, and after the farm kitchen it had a
great fascination for Betty.

Nesta presently returned with some sponge-cakes and a
glass of raspberry vinegar, which Betty found most refreshing.

“Do you live here all alone?” she asked.

“No,” said Miss Fairfax, smiling; “I have my mother
and sister here. My mother is not very well to-day, but I
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will take you to see my sister now. Come along this way.
Will Prince be good?”

“Yes; he won't bark at all unless he meets another dog.”

Betty trotted along, following her guide across the hall to
another room, where, on a couch near the window, lay a
lady.

“T’ve brought a little visitor to see you, Grace,” Nesta
said in cheery tones. “This is the little girl I was telling
you about the other day.”

“T can’t bear children,” was the fretful reply; “why do
you bring her here?”

But nevertheless she put the book down that she was
reading, and scanned the child from head to foot. Betty’s
grave face and earnest scrutiny in return seemed to vex her
more.

“ How children stare! Do you think me a scarecrow,
child? Can’t you keep your eyes to yourself? What is
your name?”

“Betty.” And the little girl drew to her friend’s side
rather shyly.

“Go and shake hands,” whispered Nesta.

Betty went up to the couch and held out her little hand.
The invalid took it, and the fair, flushed little face seemed
to attract her.

“This is a perfect baby, Nesta; I thought you meant a
much older child. Well, little girl, haven’t you a tongue in
your head? Have you nothing to say? It’s the way of this
house. Here I lie from morning to night without a soul to
speak to, and if I do have a visitor it is half a dozen words
and then off they go! I should like them to lie here and
suffer as I do—perhaps they might have a little more feeling
for an invalid if they did.”

“Are you going to die?” asked Betty, timidly.

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“Take her away!” gasped Miss Grace. “Don’t bring a
child to mock me. And I suppose you will be devoting
yourself to her the whole day, and I shall have no one to
read the paper to me.”

“No,” said Nesta, brightly; ‘I am going to let her play
in the garden, and then I shall come to youas usual. Come
along, Betty; now you and Prince can have a scamper.”

Out into the garden they went. But Betty rubbed her
eyes in bewilderment when she got there. Surely she had
seen this garden before. Was it in her dreams last night?

She tripped across the velvet lawn, answering Nesta’s
questions and remarks rather absently, and then suddenly she
turned round with a beaming face. “I’ve been here before,”
she said; ‘‘I had some lilies from over there, and I came
through that little door in the wall from the wood. Do you
know my lady? She looks like a queen. Does she live with
you?”

Nesta looked perfectly bewildered.

“You must be dreaming, Betty. How could you have
come here? When did you come?”

Betty told her of her adventure in the wood, and Nesta
listened in wonder.

“Tt must have been my mother, and yet I can hardly un-
derstand it. It is unlike her to take any notice of children.”
Then she added, ‘Do you think you can make yourself
happy in the garden, Betty, or would you like to go down
the green walk outside the little gate?”

“Will you open the gate and let me see ?” said Betty,
thoughtfully.

Nesta took her to it, and then for a moment they stood
silent, looking down the green avenue, with the golden sun-
shine glinting through the leafy trees, and the tall bracken
swaying to and fro in the summer breeze.

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“Which do you like best, Betty, the garden or this? ”

Betty turned and looked behind her at the lovely flowers
and beautifully kept grass and gravel walks, and then she
heaved a little sigh as she looked out into the wood.

“My beautiful old lady asked me that question before,
and I thought then I liked the garden, but now I like this
green walk best,” she said.

“You prefer nature uncultivated, don’t you? So do I.
But I do not often come out here. This is my mother’s
favorite spot.”

“Did you say ‘nature’? ” questioned Betty, eagerly. ‘Do
you mean Mother Nature? You said you would show her
to me one day.”

“So I did; I have quite forgotten. Well, there she is out
there, Betty. Nature is God’s beautiful earth: the country,
the birds, the rabbits, and the squirrels—everything that He
makes and that man leaves alone.”

“JT don’t understand.” And the child’s white brow was
creased with puckers. “I thought she was a woman; Mr.
Roper said she was; he said he had learned many a lesson
from her.”

“And so have I,” said Nesta, softly. “Listen, Betty.
Sometimes I have gone out of doors tired and worried andsad ;
I have wandered through the wood, and the sweet sounds
and sights I have heard and seen in it have brought me home
rested and refreshed. They have spoken to me of God’s
love and God’s care and God’s perfection. You are too
little to understand me, I expect, but you will when you get
older. God makes everything beautiful, and He watches
over the tiny birds and insects whom no one but Himself
ever sees. The tiniest flower is noticed by Him, and all His
works in nature lead us to think of Him and to remember

how He loves and cares for us.”
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Betty’s blue eyes were raised earnestly upward.

“God does love everything, doesn’t He? And He loves
Prince just as much as He does you and me.”

Nesta hesitated. “I think, darling, God has a different
love for us to what He has for animals. We have cost the
dear Saviour His life; our souls have been redeemed. Ani-
mals have no souls; they do not know the difference between
right and wrong—”

“But Prince does,” broke in Betty, hastily; “he knows
lots of the Bible, for I’ve told him about it, and I read the
‘Peep of Day’ to him on Sunday. He likes it; he lies quite
still on my lap, and folds his paws, and listens like anything.
And I’ve told him about Jesus dying for him, and how he
must try to be good. And he does try; he wanted to run
after some little chickens yesterday, and I called him and
told him it was wicked, and he came away from them di-
rectly ; and I know he wanted to go after them dreadfully,
for he was licking his lips and glaring at them!”

This outburst from Betty was too much for Nesta. She
looked at her with perplexity, then wisely turned the subject,
and after a few minutes’ more chat left her and went back
to the house.

Betty wandered out into the wood, and then, seating her-
self on a soft bank surrounded by ferns and foxgloves, she
drew Prince to her.

“Come, you little darling, how do you like this? Isn't it
lovely to be spending a day in that lovely house, and not
have to be shut out with only some lilies to take away? Do
you like it, Prince? And do you think we shall see that nice
queen and find out if she sent you in a basket to me?’ Do
you understand about nature, Prince? I wish I did, but it’s
the earth, I think. You put your mouth down and kiss it.
Isn’t it nice and soft?”

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And then, laying her curly head on the velvet moss, Betty
pressed her lips to it, whispering, ‘‘ Mother Nature, Mr. Roper
sent you his love and a kiss.”

Prince was not content to stay as quiet as this for long,
and when a rabbit popped out from a hole close by, he was
after it like lightning. Betty tore after him delightedly, and
a scamper removed from her busy little mind for the time
thoughts that were beginning to trouble her.

When Nesta returned to the garden half an hour after,
she found Betty deep in conversation with the old gardener,
and Prince was hunting for snails in a thick laurel hedge /
close by.

“We didn’t stay out in the wood very long,” Betty ex-
plained; “we got tired of running after rabbits.”

“You must come in to luncheon now; I want you to come
up to my room to wash your face and hands.”

“Will the cross lady be at lunch?” asked Betty, as she
trotted up the broad oak stairs a few minutes later.

“Hush, dear—she is ill, remember. I don’t think she
will lunch with us.”’

Nesta took her little visitor through a long passage to a
pretty bedroom, and Betty looked about at all the pictures
and knickknacks, asking ceaseless questions, and fingering
everything that she could get hold of. Her curls were
brushed out, her hands and face washed, and then she was
brought down to the large drawing-room.

“This is my little friend, mother,” said Nesta, going in.

A tall figure turned round from the window, and Betty saw
her mysterious lady once again. She looked colder and
sterner than ever, and put up her gold pince-nez to scan the
little new-comer down; but Betty’s radiant face, dimpling all
over with pleasure as she held up her face for a kiss, brought
a softer gleam to the old gray eyes, and, to her daughter’s

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astonishment, Mrs. Fairfax stooped to give the expected
kiss.

“Tt is the little trespasser,” she said. “I did not know I
should see you again so soon.”

Then she turned to Nesta. “ Grace informed me she in-
tended to lunch with us. She is in the dining-room already,
so we will wait no longer.”

They walked in silence across to the dining-room, and
Betty, awed by the big table, the noiseless butler, and the
cold, formal stateliness of the meal, sat up in her big chair,
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weather, and her ailments were her chief topics, and Betty’s
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tate her more. At length she gave a little start and scream.
“TJ am sure there is a dog in the room!” she exclaimed.
“ How often have I told you, Jennings,”—this to the butler,
—““to keep the dogs out of our rooms!”
“Tt’s my dog,” said Betty, at once; “it’s only Prince. He
always sits under my chair; he’s such a dear, he waits as
quiet as a mouse.”

“Take him out of the room at once, Jennings; I can’t
eat another mouthful while he is here. You ought never to
have allowed him to come in!”

“O Grace, he won't hurt you!” said Nesta, remonstrating.

Miss Fairfax put her knife and fork together and leaned
back in her chair.

“Very well; as my nerves are never considered in the
least, it is useless for me to speak; I had better go back to
my room. I am continually being urged to join you at
meal-times, yet when I do I am expected to go through the
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and setting every nerve in my head quivering and throb-
bing.”

“Take the dog outside,” said Mrs. Fairfax, quietly ; then,
turning to Betty, who looked very perturbed and flushed, she
said, ‘‘ Jennings will take care of him, and he shall have some
dinner in the kitchen.”

“He won't be beaten, will he? He didn’t know it was
wrong to follow me.” And Betty’s eyes began to fill with
tears as she saw Prince seized by the scruff of his neck and
carried off, in spite of indignant growls and snaps.

“No, he won’t be beaten,” she was assured ; but after this
she had no appetite for her dinner, and when the ladies rose
from the table she ran up to Mrs. Fairfax.

“May I have Prince again now? He’s so very good. I
want him dreadfully.”

“Yes, he shall be brought to you. What are you going to
do with the child, Nesta?”

“T will take her out into the garden, mother. But I hear
old Mrs. Parr has come up for some linseed meal I promised
her. Her husband is very ill again with bronchitis. I shall
not be gone long.”

“Then Betty shall come upstairs with me.”

Again Nesta wondered, but wisely said nothing.

Prince came scampering across the hall, and Betty, now
completely happy, took hold of Mrs. Fairfax’s hand and went
upstairs into a lovely little boudoir, where she sat down in a
low, cushioned seat by the window and chattered away to
her heart’s content.

“Did you send Prince to me? You did, didn’t you? IT
knew it was you! He is such a darling, and it makes me
into a couple, which I’ve never been before.”

Mrs. Fairfax smiled; she seemed to lose some of her stiff-
ness when with Betty alone.

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“And is he as much a companion as another brother or
sister might be? ”

“T think he’s much nicer. I wouldn’t have any one in-
stead of him for all the world.”

“What have you been doing with yourself since I saw
you?”

“Lots and lots of things. I go to church to hear Miss
Fairfax play the organ, and I take flowers to dead Violet;
and I have got into lots of scrapes, but I don’t think I’m
quite as naughty here as I used to be in the City. At least
we can’t quite make it out. Douglas was saying, the other
day, nurse lets him climb any trees here; but if he tried to
climb a lamp-post, or even one of the trees in the parks, in
the City, he was always being whipped or put into Cells for
it. And in the country we can go out without gloves, and
run races along the roads, and swing on gates, and we never
get punished at all. We don’t want to go back to the City;
it’s so dreadfully hard to be good there.”

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so would Prince.” After a pause she went on: “ You see,
there’s a good deal more going on in the country than in the
City. We know a lot more people, and there’s always some-
thing fresh happening. Now in the City every day is the
same, and we have only the nursery to play in; we get so
tired of it. At the farm where we live we’re always having
nice surprises: lots of little calves are born quite suddenly,
or little horses, and we don’t know anything about it till we
go and see them in the morning. Yesterday there were six
little black pigs—such little beauties! And then we have so
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Giles, and Sam, and all the carters, and the old man who
digs the graves, and old Jenny, and you, and Miss Fairfax,
and Mr. Russell—but I’ve only seen him once.”

Betty paused for breath.

“ And what do you find to talk about to so many people?”

“T’ve been talking rather grave talks with some of them,”
Betty said reflectively, “‘ about tribulation.”

Mrs. Fairfax raised her eyebrows.

“That is very grave talk indeed for such a mite as you.
What do you know about it?”

“T know that everybody has got it except me, and I want
to have it; and old Jenny said I’d be sure to come to it soon.
She’s had it, and Reuben has, and Mr. Russell, and nurse,
and Miss Fairfax has. Has the cross lady downstairs had
it, and have you?”

Mrs. Fairfax’s lips quivered a little as she turned away her
head. The soft, childish fingers were probing the wound,
and she shrank from their touch.

Betty went on dreamily: “I often wonder what it’s like,
and whether you feel like Christian did in the dark valley ;
but he got through it all right at last! I should like to come
right through it into the middle of the text, and Jenny says
I shall some day.”

There was glad triumph in her tone.

“What text?” asked Mrs. Fairfax, looking out of the
window and away to the green woods in the distance.

Betty repeated once more the familiar words:

“These are they which came out of great tribulation, and
have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood
of the Lamb.’ How glad they must be to have had it!
Don’t you think so?”

And then the stately Mrs. Fairfax sat down and took Betty
upon her knee; drawing her close to her till she had the little
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dark curly head resting against her shoulder, she bent her
head to hers and said almost passionately :

“God grant you will never know such trouble as mine,
little one—trouble that turns your heart to stone and blots
all heaven from your sight!”

Betty put her little arms round her neck.

“Old Jenny said I should have it,” she repeated; ‘and
she told me when I was in the middle of it to remember,
‘Be thou faithful unto death’—I forget the other part.”

There was silence for some moments, then Mrs. Fairfax
kissed the upturned face.

“Now run downstairs, little woman, and find Nesta. I
will say good-by now, for I shall not see you again.”

Betty obeyed instantly, and when she had gone, for the first
time for many a long month, the sorrowful woman knelt in
prayer. “God help me! ” she cried. ‘I have been an un-
faithful servant, and have refused to turn to Thee for com-
fort.”

The rest of the afternoon was as delightful as the morning
to Betty. She visited the stables and poultry-yard; she
picked strawberries and ate them while she picked; she
gathered a large nosegay of flowers to take home to nurse;
and then at four o’clock she came in to a delicious little
tea in the cool, shady parlor. Miss Fairfax was lying
on the sofa there, but she seemed to like to hear the child
talk, and even condescended to allow Prince to come inside
to receive a lump of sugar on his nose, while he sat up and
begged.

“T’ve had a lovely day,” said Betty, as Nesta was putting
on her hat upstairs in the bedroom.

“And so have I,” responded Nesta, laughing. “ You have
been very good company, Betty; I shall be quite dull when

you are gone.”
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“Have you no one to talk to when I’m not here? Are
you an odd one?”

“Perhaps I may be.”

“Why don’t you make yourself into a couple with some
one, like Prince and me?”

But this made Nesta’s soft eyes fill with tears, and Betty
felt very uncomfortable until she was kissed and told she
was the funniest little chatterbox living. The pony carriage
came round, and a little later she was being driven home,
rather tired, and very happy at her day’s outing.

Nesta left her at the gate and drove silently home. Betty
had brought a good deal of brightness into her life, and
though she was always outwardly so cheery in her manner,
her heart was often heavy and sore. It was not a cheerful
house, and as, an hour later, she tried to enliven the solemn
dinner-table, expecting, as usual, to meet with no response
but grumbles from Grace and chilling indifference on the
part of her mother, she was surprised by Mrs. Fairfax’s efforts
to take part in the conversation.

“That child is an original character,” she observed. ‘Do
you know who they are, Nesta?”

“Yes; Mr. Crump was telling me the other day. Their
father is the member for Stonycroft, and their mother that
Mrs. Stuart who is so busy in philanthropical objects in
town. She was one of the Miss Champneys—the clever
Miss Champneys, as we used to call them. I think the
children must inherit the talents of their parents, for, though
they are regular little pickles for mischief, they are all origi-
nal in their way. Betty thinks the most, I should say; the
others seem to live in dreamland half their time. I came
across the other girl and boy in an old willow-tree the other
day. I spoke to them, but was hushed up at once by the
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‘You're not to speak to us just now; we’re hiding from the
queen of the brook! She comes dashing down in foam, she’s
so angry with us; and if she splashes us, we shall be turned
into black dogs and have to go on all fours till dinner-time!’

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nurse.”’ a“

“ Betty is not enough of a child,” Mrs. Fairfax said ; “some - a jut
of her sayings are quite uncanny.” an

“Do you think so? She has plenty of life and spirits.
But she is a child of intense feeling. I am afraid she will
suffer for it as she grows older. Yesterday I came upon her
outside the churchyard’ crying as if her heart would break
over a dead frog. I tried to comfort her. ‘Oh,’ she sobbed,
‘I’m so afraid Prince has killed it. I didn’t see him, but he
may have; and he doesn’t look a bit sorry. What shall I
do if he grows up a murderer?’”

Mrs. Fairfax would have thought Betty a stranger child
still if she could have seen her that evening tossing in her
little bed.

Molly was fast asleep. Nurse had left the room, and all
was quiet; but Betty was going over in her busy little mind
the events of the past day. At last she stretched out her
hand to Prince in his basket.

“She said you had no soul, Prince; I wonder if you
haven't? I wish you’d say prayers to God; I’m sure God
will give you a soul if you ought to have one! Prince, wake
up ! ”

Prince rolled over, shook himself, and jumped up on the
bed, wondering what was the reason of this summons. ~

Betty sat up with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “ Come
here, Prince. Now beg! That’s right. Now say a prayer
—just a very little one. I pray for you, darling, every night,
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language if you speak to Him, and you can just speak secret
to Him—I do often. Now, Prince—no, don’t lick my hand,
and keep your tail still. I wish you’d shut your eyes. I'll
put my hand over them—there! Now, Prince, ask God to
give you a soul, and forgive your sins, and take you to heaven
when you die.”

Betty bent her head in silence, while for two minutes Prince
kept perfectly still; then she took her little hands from his
eyes, and he gave a quick, short bark of delight, perhaps in
anticipation of a lump of sugar for this new trick taught him.
If so, he was disappointed ; he was only kissed and put back
into his basket. And Betty laid her little head on the pillow,
but only half satisfied. “O God,” she murmured sleepily,
“if Prince hasn’t prayed properly, please forgive him, and
give him a soul, and make him a good dog, for Jesus Christ’s
sake. Amen.”



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Ir was a hot afternoon in July. The children had tired
themselves out with play, and were resting under some shady
trees near the farm. By and by Betty wandered off into a
neighboring corn-field, and, resting her head against an old
log of wood in the corner of it, went fast asleep, while Prince
sat at her feet keeping a faithful watch over his little mistress.
Mr. Russell, sauntering through a foot-path in the field, came
up and looked at them, and his artist’s eye was at once
charmed with the picture they made. He stood and, taking
out his sketch-book, drew a rapid outline of Betty’s little
figure as she lay there, one hand grasping some red poppies,
and the other arm thrown behind her curly head. Prince
was also sketched, and then Betty awoke. She looked con-
fused at first, then jumped to her feet.

“Don’t be frightened,” said Mr. Russell, gravely. “Do
you live near here?”

Betty pointed out the farm.

“And do you think you would be allowed to come to my
house one day for me to make a picture of you?”

Betty colored with pleasure.

“T’ll ask nurse. All by myself?”

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All by yourself—at least with your dog. Where is your
nurse? Would she come out here to speak to me?”

Nurse was only in the next field, so was easily fetched ;
and though demurring somewhat at first, was soon reassured
by Mr. Russell, who promised to keep Betty only about an hour.

“T will see she returns to you safely, my good woman;
and when you find that she has come to no harm, perhaps
you will allow her to come again. I want to make a little
sketch of her for a subject I have in view.”

And it was settled that Betty should go to him the next
day at two o’clock.

“TJ don’t quite like it,” said nurse, afterward, when talking
it over with Mrs. Giles; “ but he seemed rather a high-handed
gentleman, as if he wouldn’t take no. I don’t know whether
the mistress would like it. Most children would be shy of
it, but none of these seem to know what shyness is; and Miss
Betty seems to make friends wherever she goes; I can’t
understand it. Miss Molly, to my eyes, is much the most
taking.”

“Mr. Russell is our landlord,” responded Mrs. Giles ; “he’s
a proper sort o’ gentleman, and he won’t hurt the child by
a-paintin’ of her. He lives all alone since his little girl died,
and maybe she'll cheer him up; he’s very down-hearted,
folks say.”

“Why should you go, and not us?” said Molly, when
Betty ran off to tell them all about it. “It’s too bad; you're
getting all the nice things, and I’m the eldest.”

“T don’t expect you'll like it,” said Douglas, rolling over
on the grass and tickling Bobby’s bare legs with a bunch of
grass; ‘I know the man, and he has an awful temper! Sam
told me he thrashed a boy who was taking a bird’s nest out
of his orchard; and he has a large glass room with skeletons
and bits of people’s bodies lying all about. I think he likes
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to get children in there, and then he keeps them prisoners
and never lets them out again.”

Betty stood still, eying her brother doubtfully.

“T don’t believe it!”

“You wait till he gets you there. He has dead men’s legs
and hands. Sam says he’s seen them through the window.
He’s a Bluebeard. He always keeps the room locked, and
doesn’t let any one in. And if he takes you in there to-mor-
row afternoon, you'll never come out again!”

“And then I shall have Prince and take him back to the
City for my dog,” put in Molly.

“Prince is coming with me,” Betty retorted; ‘so if I
never come back again, Prince won’t! And I don’t care if
we don’t come back. I’d rather live with Mr. Russell than
with you when you are cross.”

“He'll fatten you up with porridge for a week, and then
he’ll cut you up into little bits, and Prince too.”

Betty laughed and danced away, Prince at her heels.

“You're jealous because I’m going to be put into a pic-
ture,” she called out. “I'll tell you all about the dead men’s
legs when I come back.”

The next afternoon she was taken up to the Hall by nurse,
who arrayed herself in her best clothes, and was delighted
when she was taken to the housekeeper’s room to be enter-
tained. She would have liked to wait there the full hour,
but Mr. Russell had promised to bring back Betty himself,
so she had not that excuse.

And Douglas and Molly were consoling themselves at
home by building a hay castle in the meadow, and capturing
Bobby and Billy at intervals under the plea of painting their
pictures, and then going through a process which was more
entertaining to them than to their little victims—that of cut-
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It was nearly five o’clock when Betty returned, and her
little tongue was busy all tea-time.

“Such a funny room! And Mr. Russell had changed his
mind, and he isn’t going to paint my picture, but he’s going
to make a dead figure of me and Prince instead; he’s got
some white wet stuff like putty, and he rolls up his shirt-
sleeves like a workman. I had to lie down and pretend to
be asleep, but I could keep my eyes open; and I did see
some legs, but they’re images ; and there was an image with-
out a head—a dead figure, you know. And there were
beautiful curtains and flowers and rugs, and pictures half
finished. It was rather an untidy room. I told Mr. Russell
what you said, Douglas, and he laughed. He gave me some
peaches, and then we had a nice grave talk coming home.”

This and more Betty revealed, and her visits to the Hall
‘became very frequent as time wore on. If she enjoyed them,
Mr. Russell did too, and yet she brought to him mingled
feelings of pleasure and pain. He talked lightly to her and
put aside his stern moods while with her; but every now and
then some childish gesture or tone would stab him with the
memory of his little daughter, and his brows would contract
and his voice falter at the remembrance.

One day he was called away from the studio, and for some
time Betty was left alone.

When he returned he found her lying flat on her chest,
turning over the leaves of a book.

“What book have you got hold of?” he asked. “ Some-
thing that seems to interest you.”

“Tt’s Revelation,” said Betty, with a beaming face.

“The Bible? JI did not remember I had one in the room;
ah, yes, I remember—it’s here for its antique cover. Well,
what do you make of Revelation? ”

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in heaven, and it says, ‘Ten thousand times ten thousand,
and thousands of thousands.’ What crowds there will be!
Mr. Russell, supposing heaven gets too small for all the
people, what will happen?”

“T don’t think there’s a chance of that,” Mr. Russell said,
smiling; “it doesn’t look as if many are bound there in the
present age, at all events.”

“Tt says,” went on Betty, with her finger on the page, ‘ For
Thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by Thy blood
out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation.’
That takes in everybody, doesn’t it, Mr. Russell?”

“Yes,” said Mr. Russell, looking down at the little figure
on the floor half humorously, half sadly, “every one that
wants to be taken in.”

“Why should any one want to be outside?” questioned
the child.

Mr. Russell did not answer; he went to his outline and
uncovered it. It was rapidly progressing. Betty’s little
figure was nearly finished; there was the gnarled log of
wood against which she lay, and Prince’s outline had already
been commenced.

She jumped up and came over to look at it.

“Tt would make a beautiful grave, wouldn’t it? ” she said
thoughtfully. “I should like to have it put on the top of
mine when I die.”

“Don’t talk about dying, child!” was the hasty reply.

“T’m afraid I’m not ready,” said Betty, with a shake of
her curly head ; “ but I will be when I’ve been through tribu-
lation. Mr. Russell, do you think a dog can go through -
tribulation?”

“No, I do not,” said Mr. Russell, laughing. Betty’s views
.on her favorite text were by this time well known to him,
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but this unexpected question was too much for him, and
Betty’s little face clouded over at his laugh. She was very
silent after that, and went home with rather a wistful little
face.

But all serious thoughts were dissolved at the news that
awaited her. Molly rushed out, her long hair flying in the
wind. ‘I’ve got a letter from Uncle Harry, and he is com-
ing to see us next week!”

“And he’s going to spend a week with us; he’s going to
fish, and I shall fish too!” shouted Douglas.

“And Uncle Harry will have cwicket with us!” cried the
twins.

“Of course he wrote to me, as I’m the eldest,” said Molly,
proudly; “if you'll be very good I'll read you his letter.”
And producing a very crumpled envelop from her pocket,
she read:

“Dear Mapam Motty: I have had orders from your re-
spected parents to come down for an inspection of you all,
so expect me Tuesday, the 27th inst. Tell nurse all com-
plaints will be attended to, and punishment duly administered.
She must get me a room somewhere for a week, as I have
heard there is good fishing in your neighborhood. My love
to doughty Douglas and the three B’s.

“Your affectionate uncle,
“ FLARRY,

“PS. Tell nurse I shall bring a rod with me.”

“Tsn’t he a funny dear?” went on Molly. “ He pretends
he’s coming to punish us! Won’t we have fun when he
comes!”

“ He doesn’t know there are six of us now,” observed Betty,
with sparkling eyes. “I wonder what he will say to Prince?”
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The children could do little else but talk about their uncle’s
coming visit for the next week; and when at last Tuesday
arrived they were in a great state of excitement. Nurse could
hardly curb their turbulent spirits. Captain Stuart was
adored by his little nephews and nieces, and his visits were
always a golden time. At last, after rescuing Douglas from
a farm wagon that he was driving off during the carter’s ab-
sence, Molly and Betty from an infuriated sow that they
were trying to wash under the pump, and Bobby and Billy
from a hay-cutter they were meditating using, nurse locked
up all the five in the garret, hoping they would be safe there
until their uncle arrived. Prince was left outside, and all
Betty’s beseeching petitions that he might share their punish-
ment were unheeded by nurse; so Prince crouched down
outside the door, patiently keeping watch, and now and then
responding to his little mistress’s voice through the keyhole
by sundry whines and barks.

“ Nurse won’t dare to put us in Cells after to-day,” said
Douglas, wrathfully; “she is just doing it to pretend to
Uncle Harry that we’re always in disgrace, and I hate her!”

“ And I was going down to the brook to get some forget-
me-nots to put in Uncle Harry’s room,” said Molly, plain-
tively.

“It’s wather nice being punished all together,” said Bobby,
who always dreaded being left alone.

Betty said nothing; her curly head was out of one of the
windows, and she was deep in thought. At last she drew
it in.

“S’posing the house was to take fire, and we were all to
be locked in here?” she suggested.

Molly looked quite frightened at the thought, but Douglas
rose to the occasion and he said triumphantly :

“Yes, nurse would be in a pretty state then! Farmer

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Giles would rush off for a fire-engine; we would throw up
the windows, and then I’d get out on the roof and make a
speech. I’d remind nurse of all the nasty things she has
said and done to us since we were babies—how she has said
over and over again there never were such children in the
world, and that we nearly drove her mad; and then I’d say
she’d be sorry now when she was going to see us burned
before her eyes; and she would be sobbing and crying, and
so would Mrs. Giles and Sam, and all the others!”

“But they might get ladders to take us down,” suggested
Molly.

“There’s only one ladder long enough. Sam would put
that up, but the flames underneath the floor would come out
and burn the ladder in two; and there’s no fire-escape; they
don’t seem to have them in the country. I should go on
speaking as long as I could, and then I should say we didn’t
wish to go down to our graves angry, so we would forgive
her, only we hoped the next children she had she would be
kinder to. And then I would say good-by, and the roof
would be cracking underneath me, and nurse would scream
and cry; and then I would take a leap right into the middle
of the fire, and there would be a kind of explosion, and the
house would fallin. And the next day there would be five
heaps of bones and black ashes—all that was left of us; and
nurse would sit down. with a broken heart in the middle of
us.”

Bobby and Billy had been listening to this awful story with
their eyes nearly starting out of their heads, and now both
burst into sobs of terror. ‘“‘We’re going to be burned!
Nurse, nurse, let us out; we will be good!”

They were hushed up in scorn by Douglas, but Molly
soothed and comforted them, assuring them it was only a

make-up and that the house never would catch fire.
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“And if it did catch fire I would get out safe,” said Betty
solemnly ; “for I should climb out of the window and walk
along the gutter, holding on by the roof; and then I should
climb down by the pear-tree over Uncle Harry’s bedroom.”

“You couldn't do it,” said Douglas, scoffingly; “ girls
can’t climb!”

“T could do it—I could do it now!”

“Then do it, do it—I dare you to do it!”

Betty’s eyes sparkled; and Molly at once left the twins
and ran to the window and put her head out.

“JT think she could do it if we lifted her out, but it looks
awful dangerous; I should be afraid.”

“Tm not a bit afraid,” said Betty, sturdily.

“Vou wait till you’re once out. I dare you to do it!”
And Douglas danced up and down in delight at the coming
excitement.

Not a doubt entered Betty’s head as to the right or wrong
of such an escapade; her impulsive little soul was longing to
prove to her brother her ability in climbing, and, audacious
as she was in daring feats, this seemed to be a test of her
nowers. The garret window was opened; it was in the roof,
,o Betty had no difficulty in climbing out and standing in
the gutter which ran right round the house. Then slowly
and carefully, in sight of the four admiring faces at the
window, she commenced her perilous walk. Steadying her-
self by leaning with one hand on the sloping roof at her right,
Betty walked triumphantly on till she reached the corner of
the house; here she hesitated.

“Come back,” called out Molly; “you can’t turn the
corner!”

“T dare you to go on!” naughty Douglas cried excitedly.

There was breathless silence; but others besides the little

inmates of the garret were watching this feat in horror. Two
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gentlemen were walking leisurely through the meadow in
front of the house.

“What on earth is that on the roof, Stuart? Not a child,
surely!”

“A child it is. Good heavens! it’s one of my hopeful
nieces ; she’ll be dashed to pieces to a certainty! Come on,
St. Clair, only don’t make a row!”’

They reached the house as Betty was in the act of turning
the corner. For a moment the little figure swayed outwardly,
and Captain Stuart quite expected that moment to be Betty’s
last; but she recovered her balance most miraculously, ac-
complished the turn successfully, and went steadily on till
she reached the pear-tree.

Both gentlemen remained perfectly silent, knowing that a
start might produce a false step, and they watched her de-
scent to the ground now with less anxiety. Half-way down
had Betty got when there was a rushing sound of feet, and
nurse, with a scream of horror, appeared on the scene.

Betty’s nerves gave way; she placed her foot on a rotten
branch, which broke under her; her hands relaxed their hold.
Another scream from nurse, echoed by Mrs. Giles behind
her, and the child fell heavily, but safely, into her uncle’s
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UNCLE HARRY’S FRIEND

“ Tern’s a pretty welcome for a tired man who wants his
dinner!”

Betty was standing before her uncle with a white little face
and determined, set mouth, and nurse was releasing the other
little prisoners and bringing them down to their uncle.

Captain Stuart’s friend was lounging on the low window-
seat of the best parlor, looking on with an amused eye.

“Nurse thinks you ought to have a good whipping,” con-
tinued Captain Stuart, stroking his long, fair mustache very
gravely, though there was a twinkle in his blue eyes. oe
think we must have a court martial first. Were you trying
to kill yourself, Betty?” :

“J was trying to save myself from a fire—I mean a fire
that might be.”

The sentence was begun bravely, but the little lips began
to quiver. Shaken by her fall, afraid of her uncle’s anger,
and uncomfortable by the presence of a stranger, she burst
into tears.

And then Captain Stuart took her on his knee and drew
out his large handkerchief.

“There, little woman, rest your head against my shoaldes
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and cry away; it will do you good. I was beginning to
think you a little stoic.”

The door opened, and the other children appeared with
very large eyes and solemn faces.

They kissed their uncle in a subdued fashion, and then
Molly said, ‘‘ Nurse told us Betty had fallen; is she hurt ?”

“Ts her legs bwoken? ” demanded the twins.

“T- knew she couldn’t do it; I told her she couldn’t!”

In an instant Betty’s face appeared from behind her hand-
kerchief. ‘I did do it—I did! and I could do it again to-
morrow, so there, Douglas!”

Then Uncle Harry laughed outright, after which he pulled
himself up and said as sternly as he could:

“Now look here, youngsters; I’m not good at scolding,
as you know, but you're all old enough to know that it is
not true pluck to go crawling round roofs like cats, and run-
ning the risks of breaking your necks and damaging your
limbs for the rest of your lives. Now, then, who is to blame?
Speak up like little soldiers, and don’t be ashamed of owning
up and telling the truth about it.”

There was a pause. Douglas got very red in the face,
but blurted out, ‘‘I dared her to do it.”

“And I said I thought she could do it,” said Molly, with
tearful eyes; “but I did ask her to come back at the corner.”

“And I dared her to go on,” added Douglas.

“And Bobby and me clapped our hands at her,” put in
Billy, eagerly, feeling anxious to share in the glory of the
escapade.

“Do you think it a brave thing to urge another on to
danger, when perhaps you would be afraid of taking their
place yourself? ”

It was Douglas who was addressed, and he hung his head
in shame.

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“ But he was just getting out of the window to follow her
when nurse came up,” said Molly, in defense of her favorite
brother.

“T didn’t know boys were in the habit of following girls,”
remarked Captain Stuart, dryly. ‘‘I think doughty Douglas
must have another name. Listen, my boy, and remember
this to the end of your life. There were two young fellows
came out to join our battalion in Egypt.. We were ordered
out one morning, and both these youngsters came with us.
They were strong, fresh-faced young fellows, one especially ;
he was the heir to a big property at home, and had left his
widowed mother to come and earn aname for himself. I can
see him now, with his sparkling eyes and merry laugh, as he
rode on just in front of me with his chum. I won't give you
children details, but we had a sharp bit of fighting that morn-
ing, and bullets were flying pretty freely. At the finish, when
returning, having dispersed our enemy, we came across an-
other party of them intrenched on a height. Orders were
given to fire lying down, as they were skilled marksmen and
had the advantage of the position. ‘Now, then,’ whispered
one of these young fellows to the other, ‘make your name;
scale the hillside and storm their fort.’

“
“¢ We're like rabbits in the underwood,’ the youngster
went on. ‘Do those skulking fellows think we're afraid of
showing ourselves? A good cheer and a sight of our rifles
would soon send them to the right-abouts. The poor old
major is dead beat and wants a nap, or he wouldn’t give such
an order. Show yourself, Castleton; let them have a sight
of your six foot six. What, afraid?’

“In an instant Johnny Castleton stood up in the full
strength of his manhood, and the next moment his brains
were scattered by a bullet, his dead body falling into the

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arms of the friend who was the cause of his death. Do you
think he died the death of a hero, BettyP How do you
think his friend felt, Douglas, when he had to write home
and tell the widowed mother her boy would never come
back to her? Do you know, the folly of his act so weighed
upon his mind that he left the army, and when I last heard
of him his friends were afraid that his reason was giving way.
There, now, I’ve made your faces solemn enough to satisfy
nurse. And you will never dare your sisters to do foolhardy
exploits again, will you, my boy? And you will never listen
to him if he does, girls? Now my lecture is ended, and you
can tell nurse to forgive you all. Where is Mrs. Giles? I
wonder if she could put up my friend for a night or two?”

Captain Stuart put Betty down from his knee and rose to
his feet. He so seldom lectured the children that his words
left a deep impression, and none of them ever forgot the
lesson imprinted on their minds. They were rather subdued
for the rest of the day, and not altogether pleased at the
advent of Major St. Clair.

“We sha’n’t get Uncle Harry a bit to ourselves,” grumbled
Douglas, as the children were playing in the garden while
the gentlemen were at dinner; “he'll be going out fishing
with that other fellow every day, and he’s going to stay the
whole week with him.”

“T like him rather,” said Molly; “he is something like
Mr. Roper.”

“He has nice sad eyes,” put in Betty, “and he likes
Prince.”

But before long Major St. Clair was taken into favor. He
was a tall, dark man, with rather a stern look until he smiled,
and then the children knew they need not be afraid, for he
had more smiles than frowns for them during his stay. Doug-
las, to his great delight, was allowed to go fishing with them.
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“You see,” he confided to his sisters, “they couldn’t get
on very well without me, as I’m learning to put their bait
on for them, and I help to unpack their luncheon basket,
and very often I lie down on the bank and tell them stories ;
they like that very much.”

One afternoon they were all in the orchard under some
shady trees; the gentlemen were smoking and reading the
papers, the children playing a little way off. Presently Betty
came sauntering up to her uncle, Prince close at her heels.

“We're going for a walk,” she said ; “I s’pose you wouldn’t
like to come with us?”

None of the little Stuarts ever did anything without first
inviting their uncle to participate in it.

“ No, I wouldn’t,” he said, leaning lazily back in his wicker
chair and surveying the little figure before him with amused
eyes. ‘Where are you bound? Your independence of
thought and action will be sadly crippled when you get back
to town. Does nurse let you all scour the country at your
own free will?”

“What does ‘scour’ mean?” asked Betty, with knitted
brows. ‘Does it mean ‘scrub’? for I’m sure the country
doesn’t want cleaning.” Then, not liking the laugh follow-
ing her words, she went on hastily : ‘‘ Nurse doesn’t ask where
I go, so I don’t tell her; but I go to church when I don’t go
to Mr. Russell.”

“ And what do you do there?”

“Well,” said Betty, looking very steadily at her uncle, “if
you and Major St. Clair won’t say anything about it, I'll tell
you.”

“Wild horses won’t tear it from me,” said the major.

“T go to take some flowers to a little dead girl there; she
likes to smell them and hold them in her hands instead of
the dead lily she has got. And then I’ve got a friend who

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meets me there,—a lady she is,—and she sings the most
beautiful songs on the organ! they make me cry sometimes.
And the church is so dark and still and cool—it’s a beautiful
place.”

“ Will you let me come with you?” asked Major St. Clair,
rising as he spoke.

“Tt is an enchanting program,” murmured Uncle Harry ;
“tears among the dead! I warn you, my dear fellow, the
church is nearly a mile away.”

“‘T want to stretch my legs,” was the response.

Betty set off radiant, with much self-importance.

“Vou see,” she said, looking up at the major through her
long lashes as.she trotted along at his side, “I don’t always
ask people to come with me; Prince and I are quite enough.
But you're a visitor, and so is Uncle Harry. You won’t talk
or make a noise in church, will you? And will you help me
to get some honeysuckle from the hedge as we go along?
Violet will like to smell it—at least, I make believe she will.”

The walk seemed a short one to the major, Betty enter-
tained him so well. When they reached the church she
took him straight to the monument she loved so much, and
was pleased with his genuine admiration of it. She placed
the honeysuckle reverentially in the clasped hands of the little
figure, which she stooped down to kiss as usual, and then
pointed to the stained window above.

“Don’t you like it? ” she said in a solemn whisper. “ And
do you see the text? Mr. Russell put it there. I was ask-
ing him the other day about it. I asked him if he was like
one of the disciples, that wanted to keep the children away
from Jesus, and if he put it up for that; and he said yes, he
did want to forbid Violet to go to Jesus when He called her.
I expect Violet is very glad she wasn’t kept back, don’t you
think so?”
Uncle Harry’s Friend

“T expect so,” the major responded gravely. En

‘She wasn’t any bigger than me,” continued Betty, stand- —
ing before the window with clasped hands, and that upward,
dreamy look that’ always came upon her sweet little face
when talking about serious things, “but she’s got through
tribulation safely. Mr. Russell told me how she bore all the
pain of her illness for a whole year without a grumble; and
pain and suffering is tribulation, isn’t it?”

“What do you know about tribulation? ”

How often had Betty been asked that question!

“T know a great deal about it,” she said, looking at the
major very earnestly; “and though I haven’t had it, I’m
expecting to. Have you had it?”

“No, I don’t know that I have,” was the amused reply.
Then, a shadow crossing his face, he added, ‘‘ Trouble and
I are not strangers; I think I have had my share.”

“And a big trouble is tribulation, isn’t it? And it’s on
the way to heaven.”

Then the major smiled his sweet smile. ‘‘ That’s it, Betty
—on the way to heaven. ‘We must through much tribula-
tion enter into the kingdom of God.’”

“ And have you had a big trouble? ” persisted the child.

“Ves, I have,” the major said slowly, “a very big trouble,
Betty. At one time of my life it would have overwhelmed
me, but I’ve learned to take things differently now.”

“You'll hear my friend sing about tribulation, p’r’aps, if I
ask her to. She will be here directly. Where will you sit?
I like to sit on the chancel-step, and Prince sits in my
lap.”

“J will find a seat for myself. Perhaps I shall slip away
into the sunshine again.”

And Major St. Clair sauntered round the church, looking
at the old tablets, until he heard the door open, and then he

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slipped into a seat at the side of the church behind an old
stone pillar.

Betty seated herself on the chancel-steps after her greetings
with her friend were over. The picture she made as she sat
there was long riveted on Major St. Clair’s memory: the
golden sunshine streaming in, the old carved pews in the
background, and the dainty little white figure hugging her
spaniel in her arms, would have charmed an artist’s eye.
But it was not this sight that made the strong man suddenly
turn pale and clutch the back of the seat in front of him with
nervous, trembling hands; his startled gaze was no longer
upon Betty, but upon the slight, graceful figure that was now
taking her seat at the organ.

Betty’s clear, childish voice was heard:

“Please sing about tribulation. I’ve brought some one
with me who would like to hear it. He’s listening at the
back of the church.”

Nesta gave a hasty look round, but, seeing no one, turned
again to the organ, and in a minute her beautiful voice rose
in the triumphant strains of the song of the redeemed. Major
St. Clair folded his arms and stood up behind his pillar. He
seemed strangely moved, and as the last notes died away he
hastily quitted the church.

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XIII

“WHEN WE TWO MET!”

Betty was so absorbed in the music that she forgot all
about the major.

“When I grow up, do you think I shall be able to play ~

and sing like you do?” she asked with a little sigh of happi-
ness.
“‘T dare say you may, dear.”

“But shall I have an organ to play? In the City you i
i

can’t go into any church and play, can you?”

“No; it is only because I know the clergyman here that
he gives me permission.”

And why do you never come to church here on Sunday? ”

“ Because we have a little church nearer us; but it has not
an organ, and so I come over here.”

“Do you know what I do when you're singing? I shut
my eyes and pretend I’m in heaven. It’s lovely! If you
shut yours you could pretend too, and I wish you could go
on singing for ever and ever!”

Nesta laughed and kissed the little eager, upturned face.
“T should get very tired and hungry, I’m afraid. I am not
an angel, Betty. But you're right, darling—I, too, get very
near to heaven when I’m singing.” And she added mus-
ingly:

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‘‘—In heart and mind ascending,
My spirit follows Thee.”

When, a little later, Nesta came out of the church with
Betty, the tall figure of Major St. Clair came forward to
/ meet them.

“Good afternoon, Miss Fairfax.”

His tone was cold and grave, but Nesta started and turned
white to her very lips; then with an effort she recovered her
composure and held out her hand.

“It is a long time since we have met,” she said.

There was a pause, but Betty came to the rescue with the
delightful unconsciousness of childhood.

“Do you know my Miss Fairfax?” she asked the major.
“You never told me you did. Didn’t she sing beautifully?
Did you like ‘Tribulation’? We like it the best of all her
songs, don’t we, Prince?”

She stooped to caress her little dog; then, as he broke
away from her, she darted after him.

Major St. Clair stood still, and his eyes never moved from
Nesta’s face.

“Do we meet as strangers?” he asked.

“No,” she said a little unsteadily, and her lips quivered in
spite of herself as she strove in vain to meet his gaze calmly ;
“as old friends, I hope.”

“ Never!” he said, a passionate light coming into his eyes.
“Tt must be everything or nothing to me, as I told you long
ago.”

She was silent; a little sigh escaped her, so hopeless and
yet so patient that Major St. Clair continued hotly :

“T would not have come here had I known you were in
this neighborhood; but, having met, I cannot go without a
word with you. Nesta, you are not happy; I see it in your

face. Time has not soothed and comforted you. Why will
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you not let me share your trouble and stand by you when
perhaps you need a friend more than ever you did in days of
old? Do you realize the blank you are making in my life
as well as in your own? Yes, I know I am taking much for
granted, but yours is not a nature to change. I believe in
you now as I always did, and it is only your mistaken ideas
of duty that have brought this trouble into our lives.”

He paused, and then Nesta spoke, looking away from the
low churchyard wall by which they were standing to the hills
in the distance.

“T am sorry we have met,” she said simply—“ very sorry,
for it is pain to us both. But the circumstances in my life
have not changed; I cannot act differently. My mother
and sister require me, and my mother—” Her voice faltered.

“Your mother is still of the same opinion,” he said. “I
look back with regret to my heated words when last I saw
her. Time and another Teacher have shown me since where
I was wrong. But, Nesta, let me plead my—may I say our?
—cause with her again. She has no right to spoil our lives,
and it is no true kindness to her to allow her to do it. Give
me your permission to come and see her.”

“T cannot; it will only stir up her grief and pain afresh.
She will not—cannot—look at things in a different light.”

“And are you going to part with me like this? ”

His tone was low and husky with feeling. He added a
little drearily, “I wonder, after all, if your affection has
cooled? You speak so calmly about it all that it makes one
think—”

Nesta heard him so far, and then put out her hand as if
to stop him. ‘“O Godfrey!”

That was all, but as the old, familiar name slipped from
her lips she burst into tears, and, turning aside, leaned her
arms on the old wall and buried her head in them.

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Major St. Clair stepped up quickly. “Nesta, Nesta, you
must not! I cannot stand it! My darling, we cannot part
like this!”

What he might have done was never known. Perhaps,
with his strong arm round her, Nesta would have yielded
then and there, but a most inopportune childish voice broke
in close by.

“You've made her cry! You've made my Miss Fairfax
cry!” And with a little rush Betty flew to comfort her friend.

In an instant Nesta was standing erect again.

“Tt is nothing, darling; we have been talking over old
times. Good-by, Major St. Clair.”

She turned down a path at the side of the church, while
Major St. Clair gazed after her in bewilderment and vexatior.

“Oh!” he said, shaking his head at Betty as they retraced
their way homeward, “you're like a little boy I once knew,
who would bring me a delicious plate of cherries. ‘Would
you like to have some, major? Look at them; aren’t they
lovely?’ And then, as I stretched out my hand, he would
snatch them back with malicious glee and gobble them up in
my sight.”

“He was a very rude little boy,” said Betty, a little of-
fended, “and I don’t think I’m a bit like him, for I haven’t
brought you anything this afternoon.”

Very restless and uneasy was Major St. Clair all that even-
ing. Captain Stuart more than once took him to task for his
moodiness and absence of mind, but was quite unsuccessful
in eliciting a satisfactory explanation.

The next day they went off fishing together, but about four
o’clock Major St. Clair left his friend and sauntered back to ©
the house. Finding Betty and Prince playing together out-
side, he called her to him, and, lying full length on the grass,
led her on to talk about Nesta. Betty innocently fell in with

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his wish; she gave him a graphic description of her day at
Holly Grange, and then went back to the day when she first
met Mrs. Fairfax in the wood.

“She’s like a queen,” said the eager child, “her face is so
stern and proud; but she’s very sad. Every grown-up per-
son seems sad about here! I like Mrs. Fairfax very much;
she gave me Prince.”

Major St. Clair listened, and asked questions, and then
suddenly started to his feet.

“Come for a walk with me,” he said. ‘“‘ Wait till I have
written a letter, and then we will start.”

“To church again?” inquired Betty.

“No, not to church; to Holly Grange.”

“Tt’s miles and miles,” said Betty, dubiously ; “I went in
a pony carriage, but if you go by the wood it is shorter.”

“Oh, we shall manage it very well, and if you are tired I
will carry you.”

Major St. Clair’s tone was quite cheerful, and Betty set off
with him, delighted at being chosen as his companion.

“ Are you going to see Miss Fairfax? ” she asked presently.

“No, I don’t think I shall go into the house at all; but I
want you to take a note to Mrs. Fairfax and bring me back
an answer.”

Betty colored up with pleasure. “Tshall like to do that,”
she said; “it’s such a nice house inside, and you should see
the flowers! I think I could be quite happy if I were Mrs.
Fairfax, couldn’t you?”

She chattered on, and when at last the gates were reached
Major St. Clair intrusted her with the important letter.

“Give it to Mrs. Fairfax yourself, Betty, and tell her I
would like to see her very much.”

Betty nodded and clasped the letter tightly in one little
hand; Prince followed her closely up the drive. The hall

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door stood open, and for a moment the child hesitated ; then
the old butler crossed the hall, and she called out eagerly :

“Please, can I come in and see Mrs. Fairfax?”

The man looked surprised. ‘I don’t think she will see
you,” he said, smiling; “ Mrs. Fairfax sees no visitors.”

“But I’m not a visitor,” said the little girl; “I’m only
Betty, and I’ve got a letter to give her.”

“‘T will go and see.”

He disappeared, but returned a minute after.

“Come in, missy—this way.”

He led the child into the parlor, where Mrs. Fairfax was
presiding at the afternoon tea-table. Nesta was not there,
and Grace was just leaving the room.

A smile lightened Mrs. Fairfax’s grave face at the sight of
Betty.

“ All alone?” she asked, bending down to kiss her.

“T’ye come to bring you a letter,” said Betty, dimpling
over with pleasure and importance.

Mrs. Fairfax made her sit down ina little cushioned chair
and took the note in her hand. As she read it she knitted
her brows, and her lips took their sternest curve; then, rising,
she went to the farther end of the room and stood looking
out of the low French window, her back turned to Betty and
her hands clenched convulsively by her side.

Nesta was right in surmising what a torrent of painful
memories would be aroused by Major St. Clair’s advent in
their neighborhood.

If the letter had come a few weeks before there would
have been only one answer, but Mrs. Fairfax had been learn-
ing lately from the great Master Himself, and her heart was
softened and subdued. Still it was a hard struggle, and pride
fought for predominance. At length she turned round and
went to her writing-desk, and then Betty crept up softly to her.
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“Major St. Clair asked me to ask you to see him,” she
said, laying her little hand on Mrs. Fairfax’s knee.

“J will write my answer, Betty; I cannot do that,” was
the cold reply, as Mrs. Fairfax turned her head away from
the child.

But Betty was not to be put off.

“T think he would like to see you very much; and you’d
like him, for he is Uncle Harry’s friend; and he has such
sad eyes, and he has been through tribulation like you—at
least, he has had a big trouble, he told me, and that’s just
the same, isn’t it?”’

There was no answer.

Betty continued: “Shall I just go out and bring him in?
I’ve been telling him about you this afternoon, and how you
gave me the lilies and Prince, and he liked to hear it. He
asked me a lot of questions, and I think he wants to see you,
and if you're like a queen, like I told him.”

Then Mrs. Fairfax lifted the child on her knee. “O Betty,
Betty!” was all she said, but some glistening drops fell on
the child’s curly head as the gray head was bent over it, and
Betty wondered why Mrs. Fairfax’s voice sounded so strange.
“T think you will have to bring him in here,” Mrs. Fairfax
said at last, and Betty trotted out of the room in great delight.
She found the major pacing up and down the road with a
white, resolute face. He threw away the cigar he was smok-
ing when he saw the child, and asked, with anxiety in his
dark eyes:

“Well, little woman, how have you fared?”

“You're to come in and see her.”

“Thank God!” And not another word did the major say
till he was in the parlor.

It was a constrained and formal greeting between the two,
and then Mrs. Fairfax turned to Betty:






The Odd One

“Will you run into the garden, dear, till we call you? I
think Grace is out there.”

Betty obeyed. Grace was walking slowly up and down
the path, enveloped in shawls, and did not look well pleased
when the childish voice sounded in her ear:

‘May I come and walk with you?”

‘‘Were you sent out here? Nesta, I suppose, as usual, is
out, so she will not be able to look after you, and I certainly
am not in a fit state of health to amuse you and keep you
FY out of mischief.”

“T’m not going to get into mischief, really,” protested
Betty, in an aggrieved tone; “I'll walk quietly along with
you, and won’t even pick a flower. Are you better to-day?”

“No, I am not better; I don’t expect I ever shall be,
though I can get no sympathy from any one in this house.”

“What’s the matter with you? ” asked Betty.

“Now if you are going to worry me with questions, you
can just run away. If you were to be kept awake night
after night, and never know what it was to be without head-
aches, having every nerve in your body quivering from ex-
haustion, you wouldn’t wonder what the matter was.”

“T expect you're like Violet, only she could never leave
her bed. Mr. Russell said she would sometimes have no
sleep all night, and she was so patient, she used to say, ‘ Read
me about “There shall be no pain.”’ Mr. Russell said he
wouldn’t have been half so patient as she was. And now
she is singing right in the middle of ‘these are they which
came out of great tribulation.’ Wouldn’t you like to be
her?”

Grace was silent. Betty’s active little tongue turned to
other subjects. She told about her visit to the Hall, of her
“dead figure” which was being made out of ‘soft putty”;
of Prince’s misdemeanors when he tried to chase chickens,
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and then came back to his little mistress with his tail between
his legs; of Douglas and Molly’s wonderful games, and the
twins’ talents for getting into trouble; she told her of her
walk on the roof, and the story of the young soldiers related
by Uncle Harry. And Grace listened, and eventually was
amused and interested in spite of herself.

It was a long time before Betty was summoned to the
house, and then she met the major in the hall.

“ Run in, little one, and wish Mrs. Fairfax good-by.”

Mrs. Fairfax stooped to kiss Betty; all the hard lines in
her face had disappeared, and her voice was unusually
gentle.

“You must come and see me another day, when I have
no business to occupy me.”

And Betty put her arms round her neck and gave her a
delighted hug.

“You will meet Nesta coming back from the church if
you keep to the lane,” Mrs. Fairfax said, speaking to Major
St. Clair, ‘and we shall expect you to dinner to-morrow.”

He raised his hat, and strode round the shrubbery with
such energy that it was all Betty could do to keep up with
him.

“Don’t you think Mrs. Fairfax like a queen?” asked
Betty, presently. ‘ Was she like what I told you?”

“J have seen Mrs. Fairfax before,” was the major’s short oy Cay
reply. And Betty gave alittle disappointed “ Oh!” ty



Not long afterward they came in sight of Nesta. She SN mK
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was walking along rather slowly, her eyes and her thoughts AN \ *
far away, but when she saw who it was a quick color spread “Wy
over her face.

Major St. Clair stepped forward quickly.

“Your mother has sent me to you,” he said, and there

was a glad ring in his tone.
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Nesta looked up at him bewildered.

“My mother! Have you seen her?”

“Yes, thanks to this little person here with me.”

Betty was kissed, but for once Nesta seemed oblivious of
her presence. The child could not understand it, neither
could she understand the explanation that followed in low,
earnest tones. She saw Nesta’s eyes light up with a sudden
joy and then fill with tears; she saw Major St. Clair bend
his head very close to hers; and though she stood silently
by, she might just as well have been miles away, for all the
notice that she received. At last, with a little sigh, she said:

“T’m rather tired; I think I'll go home with Prince.”

Nesta turned to her at once.

“You poor little mite! Godfrey, will you carry her? I
must leave you. No, don’t come with me; I shall see you
to-morrow, and I would rather see my mother alone. She
has been so different lately, but I never dared to hope for
this!. Good-by, Betty ; you have been our little benefactor.”

Betty was hoisted on the broad shoulders of the major and
carried home in silence; he was busy with his own thoughts,
and she was tired and sleepy.

They found Captain Stuart impatiently waiting for dinner.

“Where have you been?” he asked. “Has Betty be-
witched you? ”’

“She has done me a good turn to-day,” responded the
major.

Betty slipped her little hand into her uncle’s.

“We've been to Holly Grange, Uncle Harry. I think
Major St. Clair and my Miss Fairfax must have quarreled
yesterday, for he made her cry; but they kissed each other
and made it up to-day, and now we're all friends,”




A HERO’S DEATH

Captain Stuart’s week was prolonged to a fortnight,
much to the children’s delight. They were all astonished
when they heard that Major St. Clair was going to marry
Betty’s Miss Fairfax. Betty herself was very puzzled about
it, for she was still unconscious of how large a part she had
played in the little drama, and only wondered sometimes
that Nesta seemed to care so little for the organ now, and
was so often occupied in walking or driving with the major.
This, perhaps, made her enjoy her visits to Mr. Russell’s
studio the more; and when one day he put the finishing touch
to the bit of sculpture, she looked rather wistfully at him.

“And mustn’t I come here any more now?”

“Come as often as you like,” was the hearty reply; “I
like you chatting away to me while I work.”

“T’ve a good many friends here,” announced Betty, upon
the last evening of Captain Stuart’s stay. “I think I’ve
more friends than Molly and Douglas have. They don’t
care about grown-up people; I rather like them!”

“We like Uncle Harry,” protested Molly.

“ And who do you like the best of all your friends, Betty?”
asked Major St. Clair.

“T think I like Mr. Russell. You see, he’s an odd one,

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like I used to be before I had Prince. Miss Fairfax used
to be an odd one too, but she’s one of a couple now. Mr.
Russell has got no one; he’s quite alone.”

There was great laughter at Betty’s speech.

“T think I’m an odd one, Betty,” Captain Stuart said.
“What do you advise? My making myself into a couple?”

“Two and two are so much more comfortable,” went on
Betty, gravely; “I don’t really know what I should do if I
hadn’t Prince to go with! Really, at the bottom of my heart,
I love him better than anybody. Couldn’t you get a dog,
if you can’t get any one else, Uncle Harry? You'd find
yourself in a very nice couple then.”

How Captain Stuart laughed! And Betty was the only
one who could see no joke in the matter.

After the gentlemen had left, the children had a quiet
time. Betty would still steal away to the church to hear
Nesta sing and play; and once all the children spent a
day at Holly Grange. Nurse was getting a little tired of
the quiet country life, and began to talk about the return to
the City, which filled her little charges’ hearts with dismay.

“Tt will be dreadful to sit up and do lessons again,” moaned
Molly.

“T think,” said Douglas, slowly, “that I shall get lost the
day we are going back, and then I shall live in the wood in
that little hut. I shall be a kind of wild man, and I shall
eat berries and nuts, and when I want some meat I shall kill
a rabbit and cook him. I really cannot stand being cooped
up in that nursery at home again.”

“T’ve never, never been so happy in my life before,” Betty
chimed in; “but then, of course, I shall take Prince with
me. Fancy! if we had never come to this farm, we should
never have gone to that wood, and I should never have seen
Mrs. Fairfax, and she would never have sent me Prince!”
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“Tt's always ‘ Prince’ with you,” Douglas said a little im-
patiently ; “you can talk of no one else.”

The day following the one on which this conversation was &¢*8
held, Farmer Giles came into the kitchen in great perturba-

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tion about twelve o’clock.
“Where are the children? ” he demanded quickly. Tieng
Nurse came into the room leading Bobby, who had been‘, af noes
undergoing a change of garments through a tumble into the ‘of SOR Pe b ~ wel! =
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matter?” ; UfeN >)
“I’m afraid there’s a dog of Mr. Dart’s loose; I’ve just ee MET “5
heard say it’s gone mad and can’t be found! It’s these Eto
dreadful hot days. I’ve just chained up Rough. Little Miss : esate
Betty must look after that dog of hers. Tom Dart and a sey Se
neighbor is out huntin’ for theirs now.”
“A mad dog!” exclaimed nurse, in horror. ‘Call them
in, Jack, do. What should I do if they met it?”
And leaving Bobby in the kitchen, she, as well as her
brother, ran out to warn the children. They found them in
a clover-field, under the trees. Douglas was busy trying to
work his way inside an old hollow trunk, Molly was dig-
ging down a rabbit hole, and Billy was waiting upon them
both.
“Where is Miss Betty? ”
“She’s gone along the lane,” said Douglas, looking up
with a very heated face; “I sent her to the brook to get
some water; we’re going to lay in provisions for a siege, and
this tree will be our hiding-place.”
“And I’m digging for treasure money,” said Molly.
“Is Prince with her?” asked nurse, anxiously.
“Yes; he won’t ever stay with us.”
“They’re safe enough in this field,” said Farmer Giles,
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looking round; “but they’d best not wander in the lanes.
We must have Miss Betty back.”

Betty meanwhile was trotting contentedly along, hugging
an old earthenware jar.

“We'll get them some water, Prince, and then you shall
be the sentry; Douglas said you could be. Directly you
hear a step you must bark!”

Prince looked up, wagged his tail in response, and began
to burrow in the grass for imaginary frogs.

And then Betty, feeling her jar very heavy, sat down against
the hedge-bank to rest. She remained there some time,
chatting away to her dog, and was just starting on her way
again when shouts up the lane startled her.

A moment after, and straight down the lane toward her
tore a large retriever ; his mouth was open and covered with
foam, and he kept making snaps at the air as he rushed along.
After him came two men and some boys.

“Out of the way!” they shouted; “he’s mad!”

Poor little Betty stood in the middle of the lane, quite
petrified. It was a very narrow lane; the banks and hedges
were high on either side, and there literally seemed no escape
for the child. On he came with open jaws and bloodshot
eyes, and in another moment a shrill, childish scream rose in
the air, which sent an awful chill through nurse’s blood, for
she was now close upon the scene. She arrived just as Tom
Dart had got near enough to the dog to fire, and the report
of a gun went off as she clambered over a gate into the lane.

She saw the body of the poor beast in the road, with Tom
standing over it, but with trembling limbs made her way
along to the little crowd now assembled higher up the lane.
They were bending down over something in the middle of
the road. Was it Betty?

“Is she safe? Who is hurt?” she gasped as she pushed
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her way through. There, in agony of grief “and oe ‘Betty, ih

was sitting upon the ground, shielding with her little arms

her precious dog. ‘You sha’n’t take him from me—you

sha’n’t; he’s my very own, and he’s nearly killed!” she was

crying frantically.

Nurse seized hold of her and the dog together. “Are
you hurt, child? Speak! Thank God, it’s only the dog!”

Farmer Giles was already there, questioning the excited
crowd. “ He was making straight for her, but the little dog
dashed in front just in time. See how he’s bitten! Take
him away from the little missy; he’ll have to be shot! ’Twas
lucky for her she had him with her!” This and more was
told with gaps and pauses; but Betty saw and heard nothing
of what was going on around her. She seemed almost beside
herself with terror and grief.

“Take us away, nurse! Get a doctor! he’s bleeding!
He mustn’t, oh, he mustn’t die! Don’t touch him! Oh,
I won’t, I won’t let him go!”

“Come, come,” said Farmer Giles, soothingly ; ‘I won’t
hurt him. We must see where he is bitten; perhaps I can
put him to rights. You let me carry him home. There,
see, he’s been bitten in his neck! But. you're hurting him
holding him so tightly! You let me carry him for you, and
you can walk by my side.”

“Will you bathe him and put a bandage round, and make
him well again? ”

There was hope dawning in the blue eyes raised so trust-
fully to his, and fora moment the farmer hesitated; then he
said, “ We'll do the best for him we can.”

And Betty opened her arms, and Prince was tenderly lifted
up, and a piece of sacking the farmer happened to have with
him was wrapped round him. He lifted his head, and tried
to lick Betty’s little hands as he was being taken from her;

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and she, with a fresh burst of sobbing, got up from the
ground, and, clutching hold of the farmer’s coat, walked
back to the house with him, nurse trying in vain to comfort
her.

Arrived at the farm, nurse took decided measures.

“You come indoors with me, there’s a good child, and let
Jack attend to Prince. He will come and tell you when
he’s better. No, I won’t let you take him in your arms
again—now I mean it.”

“J must just see him once more—I must, nurse

“ Aye,” said the farmer, giving nurse a peculiar look, “she
shall have one more look at him before I take him.”

The sacking was uncovered, and Prince’s ears pricked up
and his bright brown eyes sought his little mistress’s face.
Betty bent over him, and was allowed to kiss the back of his
brown silky head. “ My little darling,” she whispered, though
tears began to fall again, “I wish I had been bitten instead
of you!” Then, turning to Farmer Giles, she said, clasping
her little hands in agony of entreaty:

“You'll be as quick as ever you can, won’t you? You
won’t be more than five minutes bathing his neck and binding
it up, will you? And then I'll sit by and nurse him till he
gets better. Will you put him in this basket and bring him
to me as soon as ever you can?”

“Yes, yes,” said the farmer, a little gruffly, and then he
went out to the stables. And Betty stood by the kitchen
window, too well trained in obedience to attempt to follow
him, but with her little heart overflowing with longing to have
Prince in her arms again.

“Now,” said nurse, very kindly but determinedly, “ come
up into the nursery, and let me wash your face and hands
and put you on a clean pinafore.”

“He will get better, won’t he, nurse? He didn’t look
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very hurt. Can I give him some bread an
Farmer Giles brings him in?”

Nurse evaded this question; she seemed ill at ease; and
when a few minutes after the report of a gun went off, she
started violently, then gave a sigh of relief. Betty was too
absorbed in her own thoughts to notice this, and directly her
toilet was finished she ran downstairs to the kitchen again.

“Has Prince come in, Mrs. Giles? Is he better?”

“Bless your little heart!” said Mrs. Giles, bustling about,
“Jack will be in directly, and he'll tell you.”

And a few minutes after Farmer Giles appeared. Betty
ran to him with outstretched hands. ‘Where is he? Are
you going to take me to him?”

The farmer looked helplessly at his wife.

“Where is nurse?” he said.

“ Keeping out of the way,” muttered Mrs. Giles.

The farmer fetched a deep breath. ‘‘ Come along, then,”
he said; “I’ve done my best, and mustn’t shirk the conse-
quence.”

He took hold of Betty’s hand and led her to the stables;
twice he cleared his throat as if about to speak, and then at
the door, keeping one hand on the latch, he put his other one
under Betty’s little chin and raised her face.

“You'll be a brave, good little maid, won’t you? ” he said ;
“and you'll bear up, for ’tis better for the little dog than to
live in suffering.”

He opened the door, and Betty, not in the slightest un-
derstanding his words, pushed her way breathlessly in.

There in his basket, cold and stiff, lay poor little Prince.
For one minute Betty thought he was asleep, and then the
awful truth dawned upon her. With her blue eyes dilating
with horror, she turned and faced the old farmer, and every
vestige of color left her cheeks.

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“He’s not dead!” she cried. ‘‘ Wake him up, Mr. Giles;
he sha’n’t be dead!”

“My little maid, I’m dreadful sorry for you, but ’tis better
so; and his neck were near bitten through; he couldn’t have
lived long in any case.”

Betty flung herself on the floor with such a sharp wail of
despair that Farmer Giles felt a lump rising in his throat.
He knew there could be no comfort yet for the broken-
hearted child; that she must go through her trouble alone;
words at such a time were useless; and after watching her
for some minutes, he slipped away to fetch nurse to bring
her in.

And Betty lay with her arms round Prince’s basket, sob-
bing her very heart out, and feeling as if light and joy and
gladness had gone out of her life forever. When nurse came
in a little later, and put a gentle hand on the little crouching
figure, Betty turned round, furious in her grief.

“Go away; I sha’n’t leave Prince! I wish I could die!
O nurse, nurse!” and a fresh burst of sobs shook her; “tell
me he isn’t dead—tell me he isn’t!”

Nurse tried in vain to pacify her; Betty was too over-
wrought to listen. One thing she steadfastly refused to do,
and that was to leave her dog; and nurse finally had to take
her up in her arms by force and carry her, shrieking and
struggling, to the house. Poor little Betty did not prove
herself a heroine, but nurse made allowance for her, and was
unusually patient and tender.

“Tt’s like a bit of her life gone,’ she confided to Mrs.
Giles. “I always think it a pity when children get so
wrapped up with their pets; but Miss Betty never does any-
thing by halves.”

All that hot afternoon Betty lay on her bed in the nursery ;
nurse could not tempt her to eat any dinner. And when the
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first paroxysm of grief was over, she lay there, white and
silent, with little clenched hands, and now and then a quick-
drawn sob escaping her.

Nurse was relieved and thankful when, going in quietly
shortly before tea-time, she found her fast asleep, utterly
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Betty did not wake before the children’s bedtime, and
nurse did not disturb her; she trusted that a long night’s rest
would do her good.

But early the next morning the awakening came, and with
it an undefined sense of misery. The little hand was at once
put out for Prince’s basket.

“Prince! wake up, darling!”

There was no basket! What had happened? Was it all
an ugly dream? But where was Prince?

And then Molly woke by feeling a tugging at her bed-
clothes, and there was Betty, with round, frightened eyes,
standing over her.

“Molly, Molly, wake up! tell me it is only a dream!
Where is Prince?”

Molly sat up, rubbed her eyes, and tried to recover her
lost senses; then she looked sorrowfully at her little sister.

“Don’t you remember, Betty? You get into bed with me
and I'll tell you again. Nurse told us all about it; and me
and Douglas are dreadfully sorry too!”

Betty crept into Molly’s bed with much heart-sinking ; the
bad dream was truth then, and Prince was dead!

“Douglas and I went to see him in the stable,” Molly
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continued in a whisper. ‘‘ Farmer Giles said he saved your
life, so he was quite a hero, Betty. Don’t you think he ought
to have a tombstone telling about it? Douglas wondered if
you would go into mourning for him; but I don’t think people
wear black for dogs, do they?”

“ He saved my life,” murmured Betty; “oh, why did he?
I wish I’d died instead; if Prince is dead I can’t live!”” And
then, with a fresh burst of tears, she sobbed, “ And I shall
be the odd one again! I shall always be left out, and I
sha’n’t be ina couple any more! And oh, I must see Prince
again—dear, darling Prince! He was the only friend I’ve
ever had.” Then, drying her tears, she sat up. “I’m going
to the stable to look at him once again, Molly. I must give
him a real good-by kiss; I couldn’t yesterday.”

“But he’s buried,” Molly put in quickly.“ After tea last
night we had his funeral. Farmer Giles dug a grave for him
under our nice old apple-tree in the orchard; he said it was
best to get him out of your sight.”

This was a terrible blow to Betty. ‘I think I might have
been at his funeral; he was my dog, and you and Douglas
didn’t care for him a bit! Farmer Giles is a horrid man!
But, oh dear, oh dear, I don’t care for anything now he’s
dead!”

And the curly head sank back on the pillow; and, like
Ahab of old, Betty turned her face to the wall and refused
to be comforted.

For the next few days Betty gave nurse much anxiety;
she crept about with a white face and flagging footsteps, re-
fused to play with the other children, and spent most of her
time sitting by Prince’s grave. She had no appetite, and had
restless, wakeful nights.

“ Fretting herself ill over it,” was Mrs. Giles’s comment ;
“she'll be better when she gets back home.”

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Nesta Fairfax came down to see her little favorite, and
Betty shed many tears on her knee.

“Tt’s no good; I shall never, never be happy again! No
one cares for me like Prince; and now he’s dead I’ve no
friend left!”

“You have a good many friends, Betty. Listen, darling;
when I’m married I’m going to live in the City, and you
shall come and stay with me sometimes, if your mother will
allow it.”

“When are you going to be married?”

“Soon; but we shall have a very quiet wedding, or I
would have you as a little bridesmaid.”

Betty shook her curly head mournfully. “It’s no good;
my heart is broken, and I don’t want to stay with anybody
or do anything.”
~ She had the same answer to any one who tried to comfort
her. And then one afternoon Mr. Russell appeared on the
scene. When he heard from nurse how matters lay, he pro-
posed that Betty should come and stay with him for a week.
“Tt is change of scene and atmosphere that she wants. Let
me take her back with me at once; my housekeeper will take
good care of her.” And this was managed, and Betty walked
away with him quietly and contentedly.

She was certainly happier roaming through his big house
than she had been at the farm; but there seemed to be some
extra weight on her mind that she would not reveal, and it
was not until the first Sunday after her arrival there that he
discovered the cause.

They had been to church together, had waited until the
¢/ congregation had dispersed, and stood by Violet’s monument.

4 Betty had placed some fresh roses on it, and as they were
*, leaving the church she said, looking back wistfully :

“T wish Prince had been buried in church; no one cares
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about his grave! I put flowers on it, but the chickens run
through the orchard and scratch them off; and one day the
horrid black pig was grunting with his nose, and making a
great hole in it. I wish he could have a tombstone! No
one cares a bit, and they almost laugh if I say anything
about it.”

“Ts that what is troubling you? ” asked Mr. Russell, kindly.

“That’s one of the things, but not the big thing.”

“And what is the big thing?”

Betty was silent ; then she said, “I'll tell it to you—p’r’aps
this afternoon.”

They went back to luncheon, and then Mr. Russell took
his seat in the shady veranda that ran round the house. It
was a still, warm afternoon. Betty got a stool, and, sitting
down on it, rested her head against the knee of her friend.
Outside the bees were humming round the roses and among
the bright flower-beds on the lawn; the birds were twittering
in the old beeches close by; but over the whole scene hung
a Sabbath peace and repose.

The child looked away to the soft, distant hills and the
deep-blue sky.

“Shall I tell you what I promised?” she asked at last, -

bringing her sad little eyes to Mr. Russell’s face.

Mr. Russell nodded, and clutching rather nervously at his
hand, Betty said a little hurriedly, “‘ Prince has always been
so good, and I’ve talked so much to him of heaven, and he
seemed to like it; and I—well, I tried to teach him his
prayers, and I’ve prayed to God for him every night, that I
thought he would be sure to go to heaven, don’t you think
so? But I was reading Revelation, and I was thinking how
perhaps he might be able to sing in heaven—perhaps God
would give him a proper voice; for Mrs. Giles told me she
had a little deaf and dumb brother once who died, and she

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said he would be given a voice when he got there. And then
I read in the last chapter—oh, I can’t tell you!”

Down dropped the little head, and a burst of tears came.

Mr. Russell did not speak; he got up and went inside the
house to get a Bible. Coming back, he spread it open on
his knee and scanned the chapter through.

“Well,” he said at length, ‘I don’t see your trouble,
Betty.”

“Tt says,” sobbed the child, “that dogs will be outside
heaven with all the wicked persons and ail the liars. Prince
was never wicked, and never, never tolda lie. I can’t make
it out, it’s so dreadful!”

Mr. Russell almost smiled, but his tone was as grave as
usual when he put his arm round Betty, saying, “ But, my
dear child, that is not the meaning of the verse. How can
I explain it to you? Let me try: the term ‘dog’ was used
by the Jews to express anything unclean, despicable; the
Palestine dogs were wild, savage animals, despised and
scouted by every one; and so people who led wicked lives,
without any right feeling or principle, are compared to dogs.”

“Then it doesn’t mean Prince? He may be in heaven
after all? Oh, I wish I had asked some one about it, but I
was afraid! Miss Fairfax said once he had no soul; but
then I’ve asked God to give him one, and God can do any-
thing, can’t He? Do you think he is in heaven? O Mr.
Russell, he must be somewhere!”

The piteous tone went right to Mr. Russell’s heart. He
leaned forward and lifted Betty on his knee.

“ Betty, do you love God?”

eV eS

“Very much?”

“T think I do, and I feel He loves me.”

“T think you do too, for you have often talked to me
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about Him, and you have taught me to love Him too, Betty.
Now you must trust God about Prince. I can’t give you a
text in the Bible to tell you Prince is in heaven, but God
knows all about your little sorrowful heart. You tell Him
all about it, and be at rest. There are times when we go
through life that we must do this; yes, grown-up men and
women, Betty, when they cannot see, and struggle to under-
stand and penetrate the unseen, are brought down under
God’s hand. And He says to us, ‘I have done this: now is
the time to trust Me.’ ‘Be still, and know that I am God.’
I have had to learn this lesson, and at times my heart has
been hard and bitter. But there! why am I talking like this
to you? You will not understand.”

“T like it,” said Betty, lying back in his arms, and looking
out into the sunny garden. ‘“ And I may think what I like
about Prince now, mayn’t I? I’m quite, quite sure God loves
him. God loves everybody, even the wickedest sinners, and
Prince wasn’t a wicked dog at all.”

There was silence, which Betty broke at last.

“T like being here with you, because you talk to me so
differently, and I feel so dreadfully alone at the farm. Nurse
said you were a single gentleman, and your servants couldn’t
have much to do. I must be a single child, I feel. And
they all say such stupid things to comfort me. Nurse said
he would have had to die sometime, and perhaps if I had
taken him back to the City he would have got run over; and
Douglas said I must pretend I never had a dog called Prince ;
and Molly told me that Douglas will soon be going to school,
and then she and I will be a couple; and Mrs. Giles said if
Prince hadn’t died he would have gone raving mad and bitten
all of us, and made us raving mad too, and we would have
all been shot, and we must be thankful; and Reuben, the old
grave man, asked me if I didn’t thank God that the mad

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dog didn’t bite me; and old Jenny said perhaps I was making
an idol of Prince, and so he was taken away. How could
I make an idol of him? I wouldn’t say my prayers to him
instead of God! You wouldn’t be comforted to have those
things said to you, would you?”

“No, I don’t think I should,” said Mr. Russell, smiling.

“Mrs. Fairfax wanted to give me another dog—a little
puppy; but I couldn’t; I couldn’t have another dog when
Prince is dead! You couldn’t have another Violet, could
you? I think you and I understand, because we’ve now
both had some one dead belonging to us.”

Betty’s week lengthened into three. Mr. Russell seemed
loath to part with her, and her subdued spirits and pathetic
grief touched him greatly. But the visit came to an end at
last, and about four o’clock one bright afternoon the dog-cart
was driven round to take her home.

“You shall come and see me again, Betty,” said Mr. Rus-
sell, brightly, “and I shall come and see you when I am in
the City. I used to be at college with your father, and shall
like to renew his acquaintance. And next spring you ask
your mother to take you to the Academy, where all the pic-
tures are. I think you will see a white statue of a little girl
asleep on a log of wood, and a—”’ He stopped.

“And Prince,” put in Betty, sadly. “I sha’n’t bear to
look at him, and yet I should like to. I don’t mind going
back to the City. I thought I could never be so happy any-
where as in the country, but I’ve been miserabler than I ever
was at home. I shall be miserable now for ever and ever!”

“Betty,” said Mr. Russell, suddenly, as they were driving
through the sweet-scented lanes toward the farm-house, “‘ do
you remember the text you said to me when I first saw you
in the church, and you were putting forget-me-nots on my
darling’s tomb?”

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“T expect it was my tribulation text,” said Betty, musingly.

“Ves, it was. You told me you were unhappy because
you had not been through tribulation ; and a short time ago
you told me that you were asking God to send you tribula-
tion, and that you were hoping to get it soon.”

“And you told me the same as everybody else, that I
didn’t know what I was wishing for. But I did, and I expect
God will answer it ; for old Jenny said I should come through
it, and perhaps I wouldn’t have to wait till I grew up.”

“T think,” said Mr. Russell, slowly, as he looked down at
the wistful little face, “that God has been answering your
prayer already.”

Betty looked up breathlessly. ‘ How?”

“T think He has sent you a little bit of tribulation to see
if you can bear it, and if you will be a good, patient child
over it, and not keep saying you will never be happy again.”

Such a flash of light came across Betty’s face and into her
big blue eyes!

“Do you really think God has taken away Prince to give
me tribulation? O Mr. Russell, is it true—could it be? Is
this coming through tribulation? ”

Her whole face was quivering with intense feeling.

“T think it is as big a trouble as a little child like you can
be called upon to bear,” said Mr. Russell, drawing her close
to him; “and I think God has sent it to you for some good
purpose.”

A long-drawn sigh came from the child, and not another
word did she say; but when nurse and the other children
came out to welcome her back, they were all surprised to see
the radiant, happy look upon her face, and nurse inwardly
congratulated herself upon the good her visit had done her.
Mr. Russell received a fervent kiss and hug on departing,
and Betty came back to her own circle again.

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But a glad surprise awaited her. Douglas and Molly were
full of a suppressed mystery all tea-time, and when it was
over they impatiently begged her to come to the orchard.
She accompanied them willingly, but gave a cry of delight
and astonishment when she reached the old apple-tree. There
was a neat little iron railing surrounding poor Prince’s grave;
above it was a stone pedestal, and upon this was lying the
stone figure of Prince himself, the facsimile of the portrait of
him lying at Betty’s feet when she was fast asleep in the corn-
field. Below, in gold letters, was written:

To THE Mrmory OF PRINCE

Who gave his life for his mistress, 11th August, 18—

“Mr. Russell had it put up,” said Molly. “He has come
over several times about it, and he said he wanted it to be
kept quite a secret till you came back. Isn’t it lovely?”

But Betty had no voice to answer; tears were flowing
freely, and when Douglas and Molly tried to comfort her,
she assured them it was only because she was so happy.
They left her there shortly after, and she stood silent for
some time; then her little face shone again with a soft radi-
ance, and, kneeling down on the green grass, with closed
eyes, she bent her curly head, and these were the words she
uttered :

““O God, I thank you for answering my prayer and send-
ing me tribulation. I thank you that I’m in the text at
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