"Well," said Mrs. Davenport, with feeling, "I only wish you had half the perseverance of Duke. If he could understand like you, he would go until he dropped before he'd give up."
She therefore had to go to Beth and report their failure. The poor child cried and cried, she was so very much disappointed.
"I'll—I'll starve, and I'm so terribly hungry," she moaned.
"Dearie, if you'll only take some gruel, I'll get you the most beautiful doll you ever saw, or a ring, or anything you wish."
At the moment, even this promise failed in appealing to Beth. She desired rabbit more than anything else in the world.
"Won't you please try some gruel, dear? Won't you, to please me?"
"I'll—I'll try, but I don't believe I can swallow a bit of the nasty stuff. I want rabbit."
Mrs. Davenport hurried away to get the gruel.
Left to herself, Beth continued to cry.
"I don't believe God cares for me, or He'd have sent me a rabbit. I asked Him last night when I prayed. Miss Smith"—her Sunday-school. teacher—"says God always answers prayer if it is good for one, and I'm sure rabbit is good for me."