CHAPTER V.
BETTY REACHES THE "HOUSE BEAUTIFUL." It was very early in the morning, while the dew was still on the meadows, that Betty fared forth on her pilgrimage.

The old farm wagon that was to take her to the railroad station, two miles away, was drawn up to the door before five o'clock.

Davy proudly held the reins while his father carried Betty's trunk down-stairs.
Poor, shabby, little, old leather trunk! It was not half full, for there had been small preparation for this visit.

Betty had carefully folded the few gingham dresses she possessed, and the new blue and white lawn bought for her to wear to church.

There were several stitches to be taken in her plain cotton under-wear, and a button to be sewed on her only white ruffled apron.
That was all that she could do to make herself ready, except to put her hair-ribbons and handkerchiefs smoothly into a little diamond-shaped box that had once held toilet soap.