betty was all by herself, walking up and down in the long picture gallery. there were lights here and there in the huge, shadowy room, but the snow had ceased falling out of doors, and the moon was out and shone brightly in at the big windows with their leaded panes. she felt very happy. it was so pleasant to see how everybody cared about papa, and thought him so delightful. she had never seen him in his place with such a company of people, or known so many of his friends together before. it was so good of lady mary to have let her come with papa. they would have so many things to talk over together when they got back to town.

the old pictures on the wall were watching miss betty leicester of tideshead as she walked past them through the squares of moonlight, and into the dim candle-light and out to the moonlight again. it was cooler in the gallery than in the great hall, but not too cold, and it was quiet and still. she was dressed in an ancient pink brocade, with fine old lace, that had come out of a camphor-wood chest in one of the storerooms, and she still held a little old-fashioned lute carefully under her arm. suddenly one of the doors opened, and lady mary came in and crossed the moonlight square toward her.

"so here you are, darling," she said. "i missed you, and every one is wondering where you are. i asked lady dimdale, and she remembered that she saw you come this way."

lady mary was holding betty, lace and lute and all, in her arms, and then she kissed her in a way that meant a great deal. "let us come over here and look out at the snow," she said at last, and they stood together in the deep window recess and looked out. the new snow was sparkling under the moon; the park stretched away, dark woodland and open country, as far as one could see; off on the horizon were the twinkling lights of a large town. lady mary did not say anything more, but her arm was round betty still, and presently betty's head found its way to lady mary's shoulder as if it belonged there. the top of her young head was warm under lady mary's cheek.

"everybody is lonely sometimes, darling," said lady mary at last; "and as for me, i am very lonely indeed, even with all my friends, and all my cares and pleasures. the only thing that really helps any of us is being loved, and doing things for love's sake; it isn't the things themselves, but the love that is in them. that's what makes christmas so much to all the world, dear child. but everybody misses somebody at christmas time; and there's nothing like finding a gift of new love and unlooked-for pleasure."

"lady dimdale helped us splendidly. it wouldn't have been half so nice if it hadn't been for her," said betty softly,—for her christmas project had come to so much more than she had dreamed at first.

there was a stir in the drawing-room, and a louder sound of voices. the gentlemen were coming in. lady mary must go back; but when she kissed betty again, there was a tear on her cheek, and so they stood waiting a minute longer, and loving to be together, and suddenly the sweet old bells in danesly church, down the hill, rang out the christmas chimes.

《the country of the pointed firs尖枞之乡》

《a country doctor乡村医生》