CHAPTER XV.
"THE ROAD OF THE LOVING HEART." Joyce sat with her elbows on her dressing-table and her chin in her hands, gazing thoughtfully into the mirror.

She had just come from Betty's room, and the child's patient cheerfulness, in the face of the dark future that threatened her, had brought the tears to her eyes.
"Dear little Betty!" she said to her reflection in the mirror.

"What a beautiful memory of her we will all carry away with us! There isn't a single thing I would want to forget about her.

She will be leaving each one of us a Road of the Loving Heart to look back on.

And it's like the work of the old Samoan chiefs, too! Built to last for ever.