But Betty is on the right road now, she is doing great things; she is marching straight on; she is opening her heart to the Lord, and allowing His light to shine into its dark places, and there is hope that before the little, wearing everyday worries come back again, she may be strong enough to resist even them, and prove herself a true Soldier at last.
She may fail though, and darken the light that God sends her! Well, we will hope for better things.
So Betty bustles about, and has dinner ready as usual when the children come in. Not until they are all off to school again has she time to tell her mother of the morning's work.
Mrs. Langdale is not at all encouraging.
"Nice place to send a girl like you to. What is he going to pay you?"
"I don't know yet, mother."
"And you never thought of asking? You silly child! He'll take your work and give you nothing."
"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't do that, mother." But she looks rather blank at the idea.
"Well, you'll see; and don't say I didn't warn you. When are you going to see Mr. Duncan again?"
"To-morrow. I'm to make out an account of the rents to-night, and take it with me."