'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.'