"Oh, no," said Betty, interested. "I like it. It sounds so kind of safe, and as if God cared. I never thought much about it before. You think God really thinks about us and knows what we're doing then, don't you?" "Why, sure, child. I don't just think, I _know_ He does. Hadn't you never got onto that? Why, you poor little ducky, you! O' course He does." "I'd like to feel sure that He was looking out for me," breathed Betty wistfully. "Well, you can!" said Ma, hurrying back to see that her bacon didn't burn. "It's easy as rollin' off a log." "What would I have to do?" "Why, just b'lieve." "Believe?" asked Betty utterly puzzled. "Believe what?" "Why, believe that He'll do it. He said 'Come unto me, an' I will give you rest,' an' He said, 'Cast your burden on the Lord,' an' He said 'Castin' all yer care 'pon Him, fer He careth fer you,' an' a whole lot more such things, an' you just got to take it fer straight, an' act on it." "But how could I?" asked Betty. "Just run right up to your room now, while you're feelin' that way, an' kneel down by your bed an' tell Him what you just told me," said Mrs. Carson, stirring the fried potatoes with her knife to keep them from burning. "It won't take you long, an' I'll tend the coffee. Just you tell Him you want Him to take care of you, an' you'll believe what I told you He said. It's all in the Bible, an' you can read it for yourself, but I wouldn't take the time now. Just run along an' speak it out with Him, and, then come down to breakfast." Betty was standing by the kitchen door, her hand on her heart, as if about to do some great wonderful thing that frightened her: "But, Mrs. Carson, suppose, maybe, He might not be pleased with me. Suppose I've done something that He doesn't like, something that makes Him ashamed of me." "Oh, why, didn't you know He fixed for all that when He sent His Son to be the Saviour of the world? We all do wrong things, an' everybody has sinned. But ef we're rightly sorry, He'll fergive us, and make us His children." Betty suddenly sat down in a chair near the door: "But, Mrs. Carson, I'm not sure I _am_ sorry--at least I know I'm _not_. I'm afraid I'd do it all over again if I got in the same situation." Mrs. Carson stood back from the stove and surveyed her thoughtfully a moment: "Well, then, like's not it wasn't wrong at all, and if it wasn't He ain't displeased. You can bank on that. You better go talk it out to Him. Just get it off your mind. I'll hold up breakfast a minute while you roll it on Him and depend on it he'll show you in plenty of time for the next move." Betty with her cheeks very red and her eyes shining went up to her little cot, and with locked door knelt and tried to talk to God for the first time in her life. It seemed queer to her, but when she arose and hurried back to her duties she had a sense of having a real Friend who knew all about her and could look after things a great deal better than she could.