f 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 anything, can't He? Do you think he is in heaven? Oh, Mr.
Russell, he must be somewhere!'

The piteous tone went right to Mr. Russell's heart. He leant forward
and lifted Betty on his knee.

'Betty, do you love God?'

'Yes.'

'Very much?'

'I think I do, and I feel He loves me.'

'I think you do too, for you have often talked to me 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 understand 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.'

'I 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.

'I 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 some time, and perhaps if I
had taken him back to London 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