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But this gave the twins courage. Not a bit of it! And they trotted off, calling out they were going to kill every one they met. Betty likewise started on her journey. She was feeling rather depressed with the truth of which she was always being reminded, namely, that she was the odd one.

She soon found that her path was coming to an end; right across it was some fine wire netting, and for a moment she hesitated, then, deciding to go straight on, clambered over it with great difficulty. The grass was smoother here, and the path a wide one. A little dis- tance farther was an iron seat, and then she came to a long, straight grass walk with trees on either side, and at the end a gate in an old stone wall. I wonder what is inside? My adventures have come. There is a little odd one, just like me!

Looking down upon her was a tall old lady, dressed in a shady straw hat and black lace shawl; her black silk dress rustled as she moved.

One hand was resting on a stick, the other was holding a sunshade. Her face was as still and cold-looking as some of the figures on the monuments in the little village church, and her voice stern and peremptory. Or might it possibly be the old governess that Mr. Roper loved so much? I remember I used to when I was a little girl.

I sometimes get hold of him for a game, but he likes Douglas better than me. Betty slipped her hand confidingly into hers. Youre much more like her than Mrs. Giles is. And you must never come over the wire netting in the wood again. You and your brothers and sister can play in the other part of the wood, but I will not have chil- dren running over my private walks. Heer little face flushed with pleasure. She was given, not one, but several, and then was dis- missed.

She did not say it regretfully, only as if stating a fact. The lady stooped and kissed her. The lady stood watch- ing her little figure for some minutes; then she gave a deep sigh, and her face relapsed into its usual stern and immovable expression as she entered her garden and locked the gate behind her.

When she reached the oak-tree Douglas and Molly were already there, seated on the ground, busily employed in dividing the provisions for the feast. They exclaimed at the sight of her flowers. We'll go in a few minutes and look for them. Would you like to hear where we have been, Betty?

We're going to mend it up and live there next time we come out here. At least, I mean to live in it. I shall be a disguised prince hiding for my life, and you will all have to search the wood to get food for me. Molly and I have made it all up. She is to be my daughter, who steals out at night-time to visit me; you can be a ser- vant, who mends the roof and makes me comfortable; and the twins can be soldiers scouring the wood for me. Together they ran along the path by which the little boys had gone.

It led them under some low brushwood and then along the banks of a stream; and then, calling their names aloud, they were relieved to hear an answering call. Upon one of these boulders, in the center of the stream, sat the two little boys, wet to the skin, and looking the pictures of abject despair.

At this both the twins began to cry. And this he did, landing both the twins safely on the bank. She was not sorry that this was so, and was quite content to muse in the secrecy of her own heart upon the beautiful cold lady who had given her the lilies. She thought of her sleeping and waking, and with a strange longing wondered if she would ever be allowed to see her again. Her little, determined face relaxed into wonderful softness when she entered the cool church. A noise startled her. Walking up the middle aisle was the lady who had played to her before, and follow- ing her a rough country boy, who disappeared through a little door behind the organ.

Betty slipped behind a pillar and watched eagerly. Yes, she was going to play again; and her heart beat high with expectation.

She crept into one of the high, old-fashioned pews, and, sitting on a hassock, leaned her little head back upon the seat and prepared herself to listen. And then, after a little, the lady began to sing; and Betty drew in one deep breath after another. It must be an angel, surely! The lady once looked round, and Betty thought her face looked sad; but when she began to sing her face was illu- mined with such light and gladness that the child watched it entranced.

An hour passed, and then the singer was startled by the sound of a sob. Betty had mounted on the hassock to have a full view of the singer long ago, and was now trying in vain to restrain the pent-up feelings of her sensitive little soul. In an instant the lady had left her seat and come up to the child. How did you find your way in here?

Tellme who you are. Tell me some of the things you want to know. And then she started as the church clock in the belfry began to chime five. I shall be here at the same time, and then we can have a little talk.

Nurse and her brother were having an animated talk over some reminiscences of the past, when there was a knock at the back door, and Mrs. Giles went out. Coming back, she appeared with a small hamper under her arm, which she placed on the floor. A minute after, and out of the hamper jumped a beautiful little black-and-white spaniel.

From that time the two were all in all to each other. There was a great deal of discussion about him that morn- ing, and Betty had to tell of the strange, stern lady who had spoken to her in the wood.

I wish she would send me something. She was a child with strong affections and intense feelings, and a yearning to have some one to love and to be loved in return. None of the little Stuarts was demonstrative, and few guessed how deeply and passionately the bright and mischievous Betty longed for the sympathy and love that were so rarely shown toward her.

So engrossing was the possession of Prince that the day went by and tea-time came before Betty thought of her new friend in the church. But when tea was over she took Molly into her confidence.

Would he follow me? Nesta, her name is; only I think he called her Mother Nesta. Nurse says she is going to take us to church to-morrow. I hoped she would forget. Last Sunday , it was too far, she said.

Do come on! Betty called Prince, who had been busy with a saucer of scraps, and, putting on her straw hat, set off along the road to church.

Prince was certainly a great charge. But at length the church was reached. He did not see Betty. His brows were knitted and his lips twitching strangely under his heavy, dark mustache. The fragile productions of nature cannot exist long in this hard, rough world, and yet how I tried to shield her from every blast!

I came to see that little girl. She has gone to sleep. I was thinking when I was here before, if Jesus would only just walk out of that window and touch her hands with His, she would open her eyes and get up. I watched her the other day till I almost thought I saw her move.

Betty slipped her little hand in his. Do you know if she came out of tribulation? Betty was startled at his sudden departure. She took up her dog in her arms again, and stood gazing silently up at the window above, through which the setting sun was send- ing colored rays in all directions; then with a little sigh she turned and left the church.

Outside the porch was a gray- headed old man, the sexton, who was taking his evening walk among the graves. Iwas enough to scare the owls and bats and all the other beasties from their holes forevermore.

Russell, surely! The old man nodded. She were the apple of his eye, and when she were took he were like a man de- mented. But his brother, Mr. Rudolph, cut him out when he went off to Ger- many for a spell, and he and Miss Violet runned away to- gether, and when he come back he found his bride stolen.

He were terrible cut up, and off he goes to foreign parts again ; and never a sight of he did us get till the old squire were dead, and Mr. Then Mr. He seemed brighter too; but lackaday! The old man looked at her, then rubbed his head in a puzzled way. The old man listened attentively. I thought everybody did that. The old man looked away over the hills in the distance. Betty thought he was looking at the sunset, which was shedding its last golden rays over the misty blue outlines of the hills across the hori- zon.

Presently he drew the cuff of his sleeve across his eyes. Good-by, old man. It was a small village con- gregation, and Betty looked round in vain for her friend Nesta. She saw Mr. Russell standing grim and solitary in his large, old-fashioned pew, and she had a nod from the sexton at the church door.

Betty was quieter than her brother and sister. Molly and Douglas did not like church; their fair heads were close together, and occasionally a faint sniggle would cause nurse to look round with stern reproval. But at last the long service was over, and they came out into the fresh, sweet air of a June morning. Nurse had several friends to talk to in the churchyard, and Molly and Betty walked on soberly in front of her, feel- ing subdued and a little uncomfortable in their stiff white frocks and best Leghorn hats and feathers.

He looked flushed and disheveled, and his white sailor suit was soiled and dusty; but nurse was too busy talking to notice his appearance, and he joined the others with some impor- tance in his tone. It must be like a kind of duet, perhaps. I expect he makes all the big, booming notes, and the squeaky notes are made by the person in front. It was a new and delightful sensation to be one of a couple.

At no time in her life had Betty been so happy as she was now; her little, pensive face sparkled with gladness when Prince gamboled by her side; and nurse asserted that the dog kept her out of mischief and was a very successful addition to their party. It was some days before she visited the church again, but when she did the organ was sounding, and she found her friend already playing.

Then Nesta Fairfax turned round and gave the child a pleased smile. Have youcome fora talk? Nesta Fairfax turned her glowing face upon the child. Do you know where those words come from? I want to ask you about it. I wonder if both parts fit you? I want to get it over, so that I can be quite ready for heaven. Never wish for troubles; they will come fast enough as you grow older. I want to be in the very middle of them all! Roper said you would teach me a lot of things.

What did Jesus Christ come into the world for? What did He die for? Will you sing a little hymn with me? I expect you know it. What does the hymn say?

If you let Jesus take your little heart and wash it in His blood, nothing will ever keep you out of heaven. He loves you, Betty, and He will always listen to you and answer your prayers. Russell had. Now shall we sing one more hymn? Roper had told you I would teach your? Who is Mr. Where does she live? Now I must go. I thought it was a doll. Now, Dick, you can come out. Then calling Prince, who had been awakened from his sleep and was now inspecting every corner of the church with nose and paws, Betty set off homeward.

Nesta Fairfax had comforted her, but had not entirely satisfied her perplexed little heart, and the busy brain was still trying to solve the problem. Betty was not the only visitor to the church that day. He took my money and ran off, and I worked the handle up and down for hours ; he told me the music would come in about a quarter of an hour. Giles when he goes to sleep after tea!

I think it wants some one to play on the front of it, but the front part is locked up. When I came out there was a strange gentleman looking at one of the graves in the church, so I went up to see what he was looking at, and it was the stone image of a little girl, and there were some pink roses in her hands. I'll take them away. I said to him that I thought I could tell him where the roses came from. Perhaps you'll wait. I know more about him than you do, so there!

She evidently knew Mrs. Her laugh was as gay as theirs, and she could run as fast as any of them. My niece, what the master and I have brought up like one of our own chil- dren, has got the sitivation as maid to Mrs. Fairfax, and she knows all the ins and outs of their trouble as no one else do.

You see, this is how it is. They were a City family, and come down here first for change of air. They took lodgings in Mrs. Fairfax and the two young ladies, and a dashing young gentleman, the son, who came down for a day or two at a time, but he never stayed long. He was fast going to the bad; and yet his mother, though she would scold and fume at times, never seemed to see it, and paid his debts and let him have his fling.

And about two year ago the end came. Jane says Mrs. She sat with Prince in her arms on the grass close by, and her quick little ears were listening to every word. Fairfax shuts herself up and won't see a single visitor. She have had her troubles, too, poor thing! Jane tells me that it was Mrs. Jane says her lover had a talk with Mrs. Fairfax; and he were rather a high and mighty gentleman, and he left the room as white as death, and declared he would never set foot in the house again.

Jane thinks Mrs. Fairfax was be- side herself at the time and must have insulted him fearful. Anyhow, it all came to an end. But I feel very sorry for Miss Nesta. The other ladies hardly ever leave the house or grounds, and they would like to keep Miss Nesta in as well; but she comes across to me and has a chat, and she reads a chapter and has prayers with grandfather. To think of that child a-taking it allin! It was that night that Betty added another clause to her evening prayers.

Every moment of the day they were out in the fields, and as the great cart-loads of hay were driven off they felt proud and pleased with having helped in the work. One evening, as the tired haymakers were resting after having placed the last load on the wagon, Betty, dancing by the cart, was inspired to ascend the ladder which had been left against it. Then nurse dis- covered them, and in her fright and anxiety at their risky position she rushed toward them and screamed aloud.

It was the work of a moment to seize him and drag him from the wheels, which mercifully did not touch him; but he was carried into the house stunned and insensible, and Molly and Betty, with scared, white faces, were taken down and sent indoors. And now Douglas will die! You'll be a murderer, and you'll be sent to prison and hung! She crouched down in a corner, and Prince came up, put his two paws on her shoulder, and licked her face with a little wistful whine.

It was a long time be- fore nurse came out of the room, and then she wasted very few words on the little culprit.

Douglas was only stunned for the time and very much bruised and shaken. Nurse kept him in bed for two or three days, and the two little girls were unremitting in their care and attention. He accepted their services with much com- placency, and enjoyed his important and interesting position. You see, I should have her, and the twins have themselves.

We are two and two without you. You would have to be the odd one if Douglas died, like I used to be. Giles said yesterday, if he caught him chasing his sheep round the field, he would give him a good beating; and I hope he will, for he nearly chased the sheep yesterday.

My head aches. I think I should like some of the jelly nurse made for me; it will make it better. And Prince was daily becoming more and more com- panionable. Not one doubt did Betty ever entertain as to his not understanding or caring for her long confidences. He slept in a little basket at the foot of her bed.

She was wakened by his wet kisses in the morning, and he liked noth- ing better than snuggling into bed with her. Douglas and Molly are lying in a hammock and making up stories, and the twins are no company.

There were great shells on the mantelpiece, a stuffed owl on a sideboard, and lots of other quaint curi- osities on some shelves in a recess. Then she climbed into a big rocking-chair. I never knew grown- up people were wicked; I thought it was only children. What made you find it out?

I'll read it for you, little maid. I shall find myself in a mistake if I try to creep in among them; and oh, I want to be there!

I want to be there! Reuben looked at her, rubbed his head a little doubtfully, and then straightened himself up with a sudden resolve. But Reuben was very silent. He led her into the cool, dark church and up the side aisle to the tomb of little Violet Russell. Why, for sure not! Reuben lifted the latch of the door and walked right in. Lying back on the pillows was one of the sweetest old women that Betty had ever seen.

Betty held out her little hand. Lift her up on the foot of the bed, Reuben. Why, what a bonny little maid! And who may she be? Jenny did not quite take in her perplexity. Betty came to a standstill, and Prince likewise, the latter putting his tongue out and looking up inquiringly as he panted for breath, Betty cut a caper. Now and then he would make a snap at some flies; if Betty spoke to him his whole body would wriggle with ecstasy ; he seemed to live on her smiles and caressing words.

Now Molly and I are going to have a lovely day. And then she jumped up and ran off to the house to escape a pelting shower of small green apples from her irate brother. She woke very early the next morning, and was full of confidences to Prince of all that they were going to do and say. She gave nurse no rest after breakfast until she had dressed her in her best white frock and tan shoes and stock- ings; then, with her large white Leghorn hat and little white silk gloves, she sat up on a chair in the best front parlor, feeling very important, and making a dainty little picture as she sat there.

Prince had a piece of pink ribbon tied round his neck; Mrs. Giles had produced it from her work-basket, and had gained a fervent kiss and hug from the little maiden aereby. She wished that Molly and Douglas had waited to see her step in and drive off; but they had run off half an hour before, nurse having packed them a lunch-basket as desired. Nesta smiled at the excited child, as she and Prince tumbled themselves into the carriage with a good deal of fuss; but when they were once off, driving through the shady lanes, Betty folded her little hands demurely round Prince in her lap, and upon her face came that dreamy look her friend so loved to see.

Betty was lifted out and taken up some low stone steps into a broad, old-fashioned hall. It seemed very cool and quiet inside; thick, soft rugs lay about the tiled floor, large pots of flowering shrubs stood here and there, and at the farther end was an open door with striped awning out- side, and a glimpse of a smooth, grassy lawn and bright flower-beds.

Nesta opened a door and led Betty into a darkened room, full of sweet scents of heliotrope and roses. When Betty crossed the room on tiptoe she found him in front of a large mirror, and the snarl on his lips was not pleasant to see as he faced his mock antagonist.

I must hold you. What would I do if you broke that glass? Now come and look at these beautiful pictures. Look at that lady up there; she has got a little dog in her arms very like you.

Nesta presently returned with some sponge-cakes and a glass of raspberry vinegar, which Betty found most refreshing. Come along this way. Will Prince be good?

Do you think me a scarecrow, child? What is your name? Betty went up to the couch and held out her little hand. The invalid took it, and the fair, flushed little face seemed to attract her. Have you nothing to say? Here I lie from morning to night without a soul to speak to, and if I do have a visitor it is half a dozen words and then off they go!

And I suppose you will be devoting yourself to her the whole day, and I shall have no one to read the paper to me.

Come along, Betty; now you and Prince can have a scamper. But Betty rubbed her eyes in bewilderment when she got there. Surely she had seen this garden before. Was it in her dreams last night? Do you know my lady?

She looks like a queen. Does she live with you? How could you have come here? When did you come? It is unlike her to take any notice of children. Nesta took her to it, and then for a moment they stood silent, looking down the green avenue, with the golden sun- shine glinting through the leafy trees, and the tall bracken swaying to and fro in the summer breeze. So do I. But I do not often come out here. You said you would show her to me one day. Well, there she is out there, Betty.

Roper said she was; he said he had learned many a lesson from her. Sometimes I have gone out of doors tired and worried andsad ; I have wandered through the wood, and the sweet sounds and sights I have heard and seen in it have brought me home rested and refreshed. You are too little to understand me, I expect, but you will when you get older. God makes everything beautiful, and He watches over the tiny birds and insects whom no one but Himself ever sees.

The tiniest flower is noticed by Him, and all His works in nature lead us to think of Him and to remember how He loves and cares for us. And He loves Prince just as much as He does you and me. We have cost the dear Saviour His life; our souls have been redeemed. He likes it; he lies quite still on my lap, and folds his paws, and listens like anything. And he does try; he wanted to run after some little chickens yesterday, and I called him and told him it was wicked, and he came away from them di- rectly ; and I know he wanted to go after them dreadfully, for he was licking his lips and glaring at them!

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In Exile A heightened pulse, a sense of expectation, growing excitement. All those can be experienced across the crowd as we're in the final minutes to the starting point. All of which culminates in a frenetic mosh pit in an instant after the curtain drops down and the first notes to "Dumpweed" blast out the speakers. The sing along is absolutely massive, with the crowd roar drowning Tom's vocals underneath.

It's a good thing, because his vocals are pretty fuckin' atrocious live, but tonight nobody gives a shit for two reasons. One, you can barely hear him, and two, the songs are just too great for anyone to make a fuzz about it.

A swift guitar switch and we're straight into "Feeling This", followed by a hyper energetic version of "The Rock Show" and one of the biggest crowd favorites "What's My Age Again? What a way to kick off the show, especially because the guys are all over the place on stage. It's everything we expected Blink to be in a live environment and then some. But then the inevitable happens. The songs from the self-titled album. The sing along is still there, but less voluminous than before.

Luckily, Zeus decides that it's time to give the crowd an ass kicking to wake them up, and unleashes a monsoon's worth of rain on the field just when the band are half way through "Always". It provides perfect setting for people to start going batshit crazy when "First Date" arrives followed by "Man Overboard". You know that feeling where you're so happy that nothing can beat you down, not even a monsoon rain? That feels like a consensus within the audience, especially with songs like "Don't Leave Me" and "All The Small Things" that follow down the line.

Did I bring up the notion of a sing along yet? Suddenly we realize it's a lot darker than before, and the trees surrounding the stage on the right side are lit in red-yellow-green colour, just like the original Blink logo. Pretty neat. This is something I noticed in between songs when Tom and Mark were engaged in their usual fart jokes and juvenile toilet humour. It has always been an essential part of a Blink live experience, as I'm sure you've heard on their live albums and the like, but that's a long time ago and the guys from the band got serious in the meantime.

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