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 sympathised 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 gambolled 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 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 wondering what has
become of you. Have you come for a 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 backwards and
forwards, 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?'

'It 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.

'Is 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.'

Nesta waited, and with a little effort Betty said,--

'I want dreadfully to be one of them one day, and