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<h3> CHAPTER VI </h3> <h3> Made into a Couple </h3> The next morning being Sunday, the three elder children were taken to church by nurse. It was a small village congregation; and Betty looked round in vain for her friend Nesta. She saw Mr. Russell standing grim and solitary in his large, old-fashioned pew; and she had a nod from the sexton at the church door. The clergyman's wife and grown-up daughter and a few grandly dressed farmers' wives were the only others who occupied seats of their own. The organ was played by the schoolmaster, and after Nesta's playing it did not seem the same instrument. Betty was quieter than her brother and sister; she could see her stained window and little Violet's figure from where she sat; she could even catch sight of her forget-me-nots—now looking withered and dead; and her thoughts kept her restless little body still. Molly and Douglas did not like church; their fair heads were close together, and occasionally a faint sniggle would cause nurse to look round with stern reproval. But at last the long service was over, and they came out into the fresh, sweet air of a June morning. Nurse had several friends to talk to in the churchyard, and Molly and Betty walked on soberly in front of her, feeling subdued and a little uncomfortable in their stiff white frocks and best Leghorn hats and feathers. 'Where is Douglas?' whispered Betty. 'Hush! don't let nurse know; he saw a pair of legs through a little hole at the back of the organ, and he's gone to see if it is a robber hiding.' 'Will he fight him if it is?' said Betty, with an awe-struck look; then an expression of relief crossing her face, she said, 'I know; it's a boy that goes in at the back whenever a person plays. I don't know what he does, but I've seen him there before.' 'When did you see him?' asked Molly eagerly. Betty's private adventures never remained secret for long, and she poured forth a long account of her various visits to the church. Molly was much impressed, but Douglas's return soon turned her thoughts into another channel. He looked flushed and dishevelled, and his white sailor suit was soiled and dusty; but nurse was too busy talking to notice his appearance, and he joined the others with some importance in his tone. 'I've made a discovery,' he said; 'how do you think a church organ is played?' 'Like a piano,' said Molly promptly. 'It isn't, then; you turn a handle like the organs in the street, and a man or boy does all the work behind.' The little girls looked sceptical, and Betty said, 'I'm sure you don't, then, for we can see the person playing.' 'Well, they're only pretending; I've seen the handle myself, and the boy told me if he didn't pull it up and down the organ wouldn't play. It must be like a kind of duet, perhaps. I expect he makes all the big booming notes, and the squeaky notes are made by the person in front. I've promised him sixpence out of my new half-crown, if he'll let me play instead of him one day; and he says he will.' 'Nurse won't let you play it on Sundays,' said Molly; 'besides, you won't be able to do it properly, and if you made a mistake it would be awful.' 'I shall play it on a week-day, and I'll make the old organ sound, you see if I don't!' Directly the children reached home, Betty flew to her dog, who had been shut up in the garret whilst they had been at church. Prince was already getting to know his little mistress, and welcomed her back with short happy barks and a great many licks. And Betty poured out all her heart's love for him in the shape of caresses and pats and kisses, whispering in his silken ears many a secret, and hugging him to her breast with a passionate vehemence which astonished and amused those who saw her. 'He is my own, my very own,' she kept repeating; 'and I shall never feel odd no more!' She did not. It was a new and delightful sensation to be one of a couple. 'Molly and Douglas, Bobby and Billy, and Prince and I,' she would say. 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 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 works to do.' 'Now can you tell me why the Lord Jesus Christ died; what does the hymn say?' 'He died that we may be forgiven, He died to make us good,' quoted Betty slowly. 'Go on.' 'That we might go at last to heaven, saved by His precious blood.' 'Then how can we get to heaven?' 'Because Jesus died for us.' 'Yes, He died to let you go to heaven, Betty; He did it all, and you have nothing to do with it. If you let Jesus take your little heart and wash it in His blood, nothing will ever keep you out of heaven.' 'But if I'm naughty?' asked Betty. 'I've asked God so often to give me a new heart and wash me in Jesus' blood, and sometimes I think He has done it; but then I'm always getting into mischief, and nurse says it's only the good children go to heaven.' 'I think Jesus will teach you to be good, if you ask Him, and you mustn't expect to be quite good all at once; always go to Him when you've been naughty, and tell Him about it, and ask Him to help you to be good. He loves you, Betty, and He will always listen to you and answer your prayers.' Betty's blue eyes were looking intently at the speaker; and her little lips took a resolute curve. 'I will be good,' she said; 'I do love Jesus, and I'll ask Him all day long to keep me from being naughty.' Then after a pause she said,— 'Have you gone through tribulation?' 'I have had a great deal of trouble.' And a sad look came over Nesta's face. 'My old man said he had had a lot of trouble, and he told me Mr. Russell had. Trouble always means people dying, doesn't it?' 'There are troubles worse than death,' Nesta said gravely; 'God grant you may never know such!' Then with a change of tone she said brightly, 'Don't look for trouble, darling; Jesus means you to be happy. Now shall we sing one more hymn, and then I must go.' Betty joined in delightedly when Nesta began,— 'There's a Friend for little children.' After it was finished Nesta asked,— 'What did you mean, Betty, by saying that a Mr. Roper had told you I would teach you? Who is Mr. Roper?' Betty told her, repeating as much of the conversation she had had with him as she could remember; and Nesta laughed aloud when she discovered the origin of the 'lady who taught.' 'He meant Mother Nature, Betty; a very different teacher to me.' 'Do you know her, then? Where does she live?' 'I will take you to see her when next we meet. You see her every day, Betty. 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 about the church being always full of children now. But I didn't listen to him much; I was busy looking at the little girl, and thinking, and then I made up a beautiful story on the spot; it's something like some of the fairy stories we read in our big books. I'll tell it to you in a minute. I said to him that I thought I could tell him where the roses came from, and he said "Where?" and then I said to him that the little girl was a sleeping beauty waiting for a prince to come along and kiss her and wake her up; but he hadn't come yet, so a fairy was watching her till he came; and every moonlight night she would bring some flowers in, and creep inside them and sleep with her, to keep all the goblins off, and she would sing her songs in the night, and tell her stories, and comfort her——' 'But,' interrupted Molly, 'if she was asleep, how could she hear the fairy?' 'You're too sharp! Perhaps you'll wait. I was just going to say that in the night she was able to open her eyes, only she couldn't get up. I had just got as far as that, when the gentleman said "Pshaw!" and then he told me to run off, and not come into the church again to tomfool—that's what he said. He was a kind of dark, grim-looking ogre, and I'll—well, I shall have more to do with him yet!' This awful threat was accompanied with a very significant shake of the flaxen head, but Betty cried out hotly,— 'You don't know anything about it! He's the father of that little girl, and he goes to her grave to say his prayers and cry. I know more about him than you do, so there!' 'What do you know?' But Betty walked off, hugging Prince under her arm, and calling out as she went, with a spice of superiority in her tone, 'Prince and I know all about him, and her, and the roses; that's our secret.' <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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