There was even a kind of wan awakening in her face, as she lifted it to look at the wonderful newcomer.

She caught her hand and held it, trembling, as she weakly laughed.
"It must be Betty," she cried.

"That little stern way! It is so like her.

Betty--Betty--dear!" She fell into a sobbing, shaken heap upon the heather.

The harrowing thought passed through Betty's mind that she looked almost like a limp bundle of shabby clothes.