est in all that concerned them; and occasionally she would c

h their doorsteps," she told me; "I

y children. People say it is envy, hatred, malice, and all uncharitableness, that makes me so; but it really is because I think women who

the feeling that led to it was beautiful beyond question;

g us, to comfort a lady in the neighbou

ala said to her; "but you are better off than I

rivilege to have experienced

ng from the butcher, and he has already sent to her house once that day, she does not expect him to send again; she sends to him-and she is 'a real lady.' Mrs. Stanton is also thoughtful, but s

f fish for the shop, and he was quite unhappy about it. He was afraid she would 'overdo' herself, and rather than that should happen he desired her to let the business go to the-ahem! He made her write every day to say how she was, and was wretched till he returned to relieve her of her arduous duties. She made friends with me during the scarlet fever epidemic. Number eight was a baby then, and she was afraid he might catch the disease and be taken to the hospital and die for want of her; and I sympathised strongly with her denunci

ious to make us believe the account of the risk she ran had been greatly exaggerated. I wa

he man was overjoyed when I restored it to him. He clasped it in his arms with every demonstration of affection; and then he looked at me and became embarrassed. He evidently felt that he ought to say something, but the difficulty was what to say. At last a bright idea seemed to strike him. His countenance cleared, and he spoke with much feeling. 'I am afraid you are rather wet,' he observed; and then he left me, and a sympathetic landlady, who keeps a little public-house by the river, and had witnessed the occurrence, took me in and dried me. She gave me