and made them
white in the blood of the Lamb.'

It was a beautiful anthem, and a beautiful voice that was singing.
Betty had never heard such singing before. She gazed with open mouth
and eyes; the lady was rather a young one, she noticed, and when her
voice rose in triumph and the organ pealed out in accompaniment, Betty
saw that her uplifted eyes, shining as they were with such a glad light
behind them, were full of tears.

'It's an angel,' she whispered to herself. And when at last the notes
died away, and there was stillness in the church, when she saw the
lady's face bowed in her hands, as if in prayer, Betty stole softly out
of the building, and retraced her steps along the road, sobbing as she
went. It had been too much for her excitable little brain; she always
had been passionately fond of music, but was more accustomed to the
street organs in London than to any other sort, and this was as great a
contrast to those as heaven is to earth.

It was a long way back, but Betty did not feel it. Had God sent an
angel to sing to her? Was there a chance of her ever being amongst
that white-robed throng? If she could only go through tribulation!
Had the little girl lying so white and still gone through it? These
and other similar puzzling thoughts came crowding through her brain.

She was very quiet when she reached the farm. They were just sitting
down to tea when she came in, and Mrs. Giles looked relieved when she
saw her.

'We was wonderin' where you had got to,' she said. 'Ain't you tired?
You look quite beat.'

'I've had a lovely afternoon,' was the child's answer, and the blue
eyes shone up at her questioner; but not a word more could be got from
her, though the little boys did their best to extract more information.

The next day was a wet one, but the little Stuarts were never at a loss
for occupation, and when they were packed off into a large empty garret
for the whole afternoon their delight was unbounded.

At last, tired out, their spirits began to flag, and after having
exhausted all their stock of games they flung themselves down on the
ground to rest.

'I'll tell you a story,' said Betty suddenly.

'All right, go on!'

Betty sat up in a corner, and rested her back against the wall. She
clasped her small hands in front of her, and gazing dreamily up at an
old beam across the room, on which hung many a cobweb, she began,--

'It was a beautiful day in heaven----'

'It's always a b