,' said Betty, with a beaming face.

'The Bible? I did not remember I had one in the room; ah yes, I
remember, it's here for its antique cover! Well, what do you make of
Revelation?'

'Oh, I love it, don't you? I'm reading about the singing in heaven;
and it says "ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of
thousands." What crowds there will be! Mr. Russell, supposing heaven
gets too small for all the people, what will happen?'

'I don't think there's a chance of that,' Mr. Russell said, smiling;
'it doesn't look as if many are bound there in the present age, at all
events.'

'It says,' went on Betty, with her finger on the page, 'for Thou wast
slain, and hast redeemed us to God by Thy blood, out of every kindred
and tongue and people and nation; that takes in everybody, doesn't it,
Mr. Russell?'

'Yes,' said Mr. Russell, looking down at the little figure on the
floor, half humorously, half sadly; 'every one that wants to be taken
in.'

'Why should any one want to be outside?' questioned the child.

Mr. Russell did not answer; he went to his outline and uncovered it.
It was rapidly progressing. Betty's little figure was nearly finished.
There was the gnarled log of wood against which she lay; and Prince's
outline had already been commenced.

She jumped up and came over to look at it.

'It would make a beautiful grave, wouldn't it?' she said thoughtfully;
'I should like to have it put on the top of mine when I die.'

'Don't talk about dying, child!' was the hasty reply.

'I'm afraid I'm not ready,' said Betty, with a shake of her curly head;
'but I will be when I've been through tribulation! Mr. Russell, do you
think a dog can go through tribulation?'

'No, I do not,' said Mr. Russell, laughing. Betty's views on her
favourite text were by this time well known to him; and he generally
treated her childish difficulties with respect; but this unexpected
question was too much for him, and Betty's little face clouded over at
his laugh. She was very silent after that, and went home with rather a
wistful little face.

But all serious thoughts were dissolved at the news that awaited her.
Molly rushed out, her long hair flying in the wind: 'I've got a letter
from Uncle Harry, and he is coming to see us next week!'

'And he's going to spend a week with us; he's going to fish, and I
shall fish too!' shouted Douglas.

'And Uncle Harry will have cwicket with us!' cried the twins.

'Of course he wro