And she began-- "I trust myself, dear God, to Thee, Keep every evil far from me.
"Does that mean drunken men and beetles," she wondered feverishly, "'I trust myself, dear God, to Thee;' if I do, He will take care of me, for certain," and a ray of comfort crept into her poor little aching heart.

"Granp told me so." And for the first time in her life Jessie felt the true meaning of the dear old grandfather's lessons in the garden, or by the kitchen fire.
Hitherto she had been sheltered and loved and guarded, been well clothed, and fed, and cared for.

Now, for the first time, she felt the need of some one to turn to, and her prayers meant more than they had ever meant before.

They came from her heart, and were real petitions.
"Granp said God loved little children, and always listened to them," and with this comforting thought she at last fell asleep..