She
would confide freely of her own free will, but if pressed by questions
would relapse at once into silence. He found the word for her, and she
read with difficulty, 'Trouble, distress, great affliction.'
'Do they all mean tribulation?' she asked.
'Tribulation means all of them,' was the answer.
'And can children have tribulation, Mr. Roper?'
'What do you think?'
'I must have it if I'm to get to heaven,' she said emphatically; and then
she left him, and the young man repeated her words to himself with a
sigh and a smile, as he replaced the book in its resting-place.
CHAPTER II
'Mother Nature'
A few evenings after this, as nurse was undressing the little girls for
bed, Mrs. Stuart came into the nursery. She was going out to dinner,
and looked very beautiful in her soft satin dress and pearls. She was tall
and stately, with the same golden hair as Molly, but her face was
somewhat cold in expression.
Sitting down in an easy chair by the fire she asked,--
'What is the matter with Betty? is she in disgrace again?'
Betty was standing in her long nightdress at the foot of her small bed;
her hands were clenched, and there was a resolute, determined look
upon her flushed face.
'One of her obstinate fits,' said nurse angrily; 'she generally goes to bed
before Miss Molly, and because I have let her stay up a little later
to-night she is as contrary as she can be! I can do nothing with her, a
good whipping is what she wants!'
Betty's blue eyes wandered from nurse's face to her mother's, as if
seeking consolation there; her hands relaxed, and a slight quiver came
to the little lips.
'Are you going to a party, mother? may I come and kiss you?'
It was Molly who spoke. She was in the act of scrambling into bed, but
upon receiving permission she made her way, a little shyly, across to
where her mother was seated.
'Now keep your hands off my dress,' Mrs. Stuart said with a smile; but
she put her arm round the little figure and kissed her, and sent her back
to bed perfectly happy. All the children adored their mother, though it
was adoration at a distance.
'Now come here, Betty; what have you been doing? How is it that I
never visit the nursery without hearing complaints of your
naughtiness?'
'I'm going to be good now,' said Betty, hanging her head, and coming
slowly forward into the firelight.
'She has refused to say her prayers,' said nurse sternly.
'I will say them now'; and Betty raised her eyes to her mother
somewhat wistfully.
'Why did you refuse to say them when nurse told you to?'
'Because Molly was saying her prayers.'
'Well, what had that to do with it?'
Betty did not answer.
'Answer me.'
The child looked round; nurse had left the room. She worked her little
foot backwards and forwards in the long-haired rug rather nervously,
and then, almost in a whisper, said,--
'God couldn't listen to both of us, and I wanted Him to listen to me.'
Mrs. Stuart gazed perplexedly at her little daughter, then laughed.
'You are a little goose! Go and say your prayers at once, and get into
bed. I have come here to talk to nurse.'
Betty crept away. Her mother's amused laugh had hurt her more than
nurse's scoldings. It was hard to have one's secret feelings brought to
light and scoffed at, and her sensitive little soul felt this, though in a
dim, uncertain way.
'I want to have God all to myself,' was her thought, as a few minutes
later she laid her little head down 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
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