CHAPTER II
HOME AGAIN
Betty dries her tears, and looks up.
She is in the train now, speeding towards the great, smoky city, where she has lived nearly all her life.
She watches the fields and woods flying past, and her thoughts are sad.
Already Grannie seems far away. The little white cottage is hidden among those great moors yonder. She can see them still, although they are growing fainter every minute, fading into the blue of the sky.
"Dear Grannie! how good she has been to me—how happy I have been with her!"
She pulls a little Bible out of her pocket. Grannie put it into her hands as she gave her the first kiss this morning.
"I will read it every morning and evening," she thinks, "just as Grannie does. When I see the words I shall remember the very sound of her voice and the look in her dear eyes. That will help me so much."
The thought comforts her, and she looks about more cheerfully.