"Oh, yes, I know. _I_ am snappy sometimes; but they are all so unjust. When I try to put things straight a bit, Bob is sure to say I've lost some of his books; and, Grannie, it isn't 'interfering' is it to tell people of a thing when you know it's wrong?" "It may be 'interfering' even to put things straight, dear, unless you are very careful to let love do the seeing, and speaking, and doing. "Courage, Betty! You were very weak and listless when you came five weeks ago; and your heart was heavy and sad. Now you are my own strong Betty again. And the Lord has come to dwell in your heart and take its sadness away. "Let Him reign in your heart, Betty; give Him the whole of it. In His strength you will learn to check the 'snappy' words when they rise to your lips; to conquer the discontented thoughts and careless habits. You will learn to be happy and bright, and to make all those around you happy too." But Betty thinks, "Clearly Grannie doesn't know how horrid things are at home sometimes; if mother would only let me manage altogether it wouldn't be half so difficult." "The carrier's cart, my child!" Betty lifts her head from Grannie's shoulder and hastily wipes her eyes. The cart stops; the bulgy bag, the paper parcel, and big bunch of sweet-smelling, old-fashioned flowers are lifted in. Betty turns to Grannie for the final kiss. "Remember, dear, the little crosses of daily life, borne bravely and cheerfully for Jesus' sake, will make you a true Soldier, and win a crown of glory by and by," whispers Grannie, as she presses her grandchild in her kind arms. Betty nods, and then turns her head away very quickly; she dare not trust herself to speak. The cart moves away. Yes, now, indeed, her holiday is over! The blue sky, the golden gorse, the fresh, sweet air of the moors, they are still around her, but they belong to her no more. Through a mist of tears she looks back at the little cottage where she has been so happy; Grannie still stands by the gate--round that turn in the road beyond is the village, and the little Salvation Army Hall, where Grannie goes every Sunday. It was at the close of the Meeting last night that she gave her heart to God. Then afterwards, in her dear little bedroom, with her head buried in Grannie's lap, she felt so strong, so sure--and now? "Oh, dear; Oh, dear," she sobs, "it is all so different at home!" 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!"