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 have a 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.'

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