own on the pillow; 'I 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. Your master 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 them
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 in a 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.'

'I 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.

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

'I heard; and no lessons, and we're to run wild; how lovely!' Betty's
curly head bobbed up and down in excitement, 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.

'I 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. 'I'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