tty. Now I must go. Good-bye. Is this a little doggie you have
rolled up in your pinafore? I thought it was a doll. Now, Dick, you
can come out.'

Dick Green, a heavy-looking village boy, appeared from behind the
organ, and followed Miss Fairfax down the aisle. But Betty waited; she
had brought two roses with her for Violet's monument, and she went to
the seat upon which she had laid them, and took them round to the other
side of the church, where she deposited them in the usual place. Then
calling Prince, who had been awakened from his sleep, and was now
inspecting every corner of the church with nose and paws, Betty set off
homewards.

Nesta Fairfax had comforted her, but had not entirely satisfied her
perplexed little heart, and the busy brain was still trying to solve
the problem.

Betty was not the only visitor to the church that day.

Douglas disappeared after tea, and after nearly two hours' absence
returned, hot, tired, and very cross.

At last he confided to Molly that he had been to play the organ.

'And I'm awfully afraid I've broken the horrid old thing, and I don't
like that Dick Green! He took my sixpence and ran off, and I worked
the handle up and down for hours; he told me the music would come in
about a quarter of an hour. It never did, but the organ gave great
gasps and groans; you never heard such a noise, just like Mr. Giles
when he goes to sleep after tea! It's awfully hard work pulling the
handle up and down; I hope I haven't broke it. I think it wants some
one to play on the front of it, but the front part is locked up. But
I've had a kind of adventure. When I came out there was a strange
gentleman looking at one of the graves in the church, so I went up to
see what he was looking at, and it was the stone image of a little
girl, and there were some pink roses in her hands.'

Betty edged up close to her brother as he got thus far, and asked
eagerly, 'What did he say about the roses?'

'He looked at me with an awful frown, and I folded my arms and frowned
back, like this!'

And Douglas rumpled his fair brow into many creases, and looked so
ferocious that Molly was quite awed, though disrespectful Betty laughed
aloud.

'"What are you doing here?" he said. "Did you put these roses here?"

'"No," I said; "oughtn't they to be there? I'll take them away." And
then he frowned worse than ever, and said, "Don't you dare to lay a
finger on them!" and then he muttered something a