, and wrapped up her arms in
it, but still she felt that the beetles were running, running
everywhere, over the walls and over her, and she could scarcely
refrain from shrieking aloud in her horror. Then came louder and
more dreadful sounds, the cries of people quarrelling; they seemed to
be in the very house too; Jessie uncovered her head to hear, then
covered it quickly again, sick and faint with fear. A drunken man
reeled past the house, singing noisily; to Jessie in the kitchen area
he seemed horribly near.

She grew more and more frightened with each sound she heard. She was
alone in the dark, with dreadful things happening all around her, in
a house that she did not even know her way about. She felt sick and
faint with terror and horror of the place, and longing for home and
all that she had lost.

Then she remembered suddenly that she had not said her prayers.
It had all seemed so strange, and her stepmother had hurried her so,
that she had never thought of it until now.

"Oh, I can't get out and kneel down," she thought. "I might step on
some beetles. I am sure if God sees how dreadful everything is, and
how frightened I am, that He will forgive me if I say them here. And
she began--

"I trust myself, dear God, to Thee,
Keep every evil far from me.

"Does that mean drunken men and beetles," she wondered feverishly,
"'I trust myself, dear God, to Thee;' if I do, He will take care of
me, for certain," and a ray of comfort crept into her poor little
aching heart. "Granp told me so." And for the first time in her
life Jessie felt the true meaning of the dear old grandfather's
lessons in the garden, or by the kitchen fire.

Hitherto she had been sheltered and loved and guarded, been well
clothed, and fed, and cared for. Now, for the first time, she felt
the need of some one to turn to, and her prayers meant more than they
had ever meant before. They came from her heart, and were real
petitions.

"Granp said God loved little children, and always listened to them,"
and with this comforting thought she at last fell asleep.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE NEW HOME.

It seemed to Jessie that she was still saying, "Keep every evil far
from me," and trying to go to sleep, when a voice said sharply--

"Now then, it's time to wake up! Make haste and get your clothes on,
for your father and one of the lodgers will be here wanting their
breakfasts presently."

Jessie woke with a great start, a