Mona's sobs ceased abruptly. She was so astonished at her grandmother's manner of taking her trouble, she could scarcely believe her senses. "But I--I thought you prized it so, granny--above everything?" "So I did," said granny, pathetically. "I think I prized it too much, but when you get old, child, and--and the end of life's journey is in sight, you--you--well, somehow, these things don't seem to matter so much. 'Tis you will be the loser, dearie. When I'm gone the things will be yours. I've had a good many years with my old treasures for company, so I can't complain." Mona stood looking at her grandmother with a dawning fear on her face. "Granny, you ain't ill, are you? You don't feel bad, do you?" Mrs. Barnes shook her head. "No, I ain't ill, only a bit tired. It's just that the things that used to matter don't seem to, now, and those that--that, well, those that did seem to me to come second, they matter most--they seem to be the only ones that matter at all." Patty Row had done well to go away and leave the two alone just then. Granny, with a new sense of peace resting on her, which even the loss of her cherished treasures could not disturb, and Mona, with a strange seriousness, a foreboding of coming trouble on her, which awakened her heart to a new sympathy. "Why, child, how you must have cried to swell your eyes up like that." Granny, rousing herself at last out of a day-dream, for the first time noticed poor Mona's face. "Isn't your head aching?" "Oh, dreadfully," sighed Mona, realizing for the first time how acute the pain was. "Didn't I see Patty here when I came in? Where has she gone?" "I don't know." "Patty didn't break the things, did she?" "Oh, no." "Did she tell you what she came about?" "To tell me you were having tea with mother." "But there was more than that. She came to ask if you'd go to Sunday School with her on Sunday. Her teacher told her to ask you. You used to go, didn't you? Why have you given it up?" Mona nodded, but she coloured a little. "I thought the girls--all knew about--about my running away." "I don't think they do--but I don't see that that matters. You'd like to go again, wouldn't you?" "Yes, I'd like to go with Patty. Miss Lester's her teacher, and they've got a library belonging to their class. You can have a book every week to bring home." Mona's face grew quite bright, but a faint shadow had crept over granny's. "You read a lot, Mona. So many stories and things ain't good for you. Do you ever read your Bible?" Mona looked surprised. "N--no. I haven't got it here. It's up at Lucy's." Mrs. Barnes groaned. "Oh, child, to think of our not having a Bible in the house between us!" "There's the Fam'ly Bible back there," said Mona, quickly, feeling suddenly that a house without a Bible in it was not safe.