It would have spoiled the road if I hadn't kept my promise,--kept it to the utmost.

And now after all the days I have tried so hard, it is going to be spoiled because I've gone and got sick.

I'll be so much care and trouble that the Memory Road will be all spoiled--my 'Road of the Loving Heart!'" Betty was so exhausted by this time, that she was not crying any longer; but now and then a long sob shook the little body from head to foot.
Joyce, not knowing what to say, slipped away and went out into the hall.
"So that is the cause of the child's distress," whispered Mrs.Sherman.
"Bless her little heart, now I've found out what is the matter, maybe I can succeed in quieting her." What she said to comfort her the girls never knew, for the door closed behind her and they stole away to their own rooms.
But presently they heard the "White Seal's Lullaby" sung softly within.
She had taken Betty in her arms, and was rocking her as tenderly as she had rocked the Little Colonel, while she sang, "Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us." When Betty fell asleep it was in the embrace of something far more comforting and restful than the "arms of the slow-swinging seas." For the first time in her life since she could remember, she felt what it was to be folded fast in the mother-love that she had always longed for..