But Betsey Ann grew very mournful as the time drew near.
'La!' she would say, again and again; 'whatever shall I do without you?
Whoever shall I find to read to me then?'
And the slipshod shoes dragged more heavily at the thought, and the eyes of poor Betsey Ann filled with tears.
Yet she knew now that, even when Rosalie went away, the Good Shepherd loved her, and would be with her still.
CHAPTER XVI
A DARK TIME
One morning, when Rosalie was upstairs in her attic reading quietly to herself, the door opened softly, and Betsey Ann came in with a very troubled look in her face, and sat down on one of the boxes.
'What's the matter, Betsey Ann?' asked the child.
'Deary me, deary me!' said the girl; 'I'm real sorry, that I am!'
'What is it?' said Rosalie.