hall have it, dearie; 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'raps before 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,--

'I like Jenny very much, and so does Prince; we will come and see her
again.'

CHAPTER IX

Betty's Discovery

Molly and Douglas were up in an apple tree in the orchard 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.

'I 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?'

'In 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 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 pig-stye, and came out
a disgusting objec'!'

'Is 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 intently every change
that flitted across her face. Now and then he wo