WEALTH WITHOUT WINGS. 61

 

“You were right, Edward,” said she in hearty
approval. “I am glad you brought her home.
Come, dear,” speaking to the wondering, partly
shrinking orphan, “let me take off your bonnet.”

She kissed the child’s sweet lips and then gazed
for some moments into her face, pleased, yet half
surprised, at her remarkable beauty.

Little Fanny felt that she was among friends.
The sad expression of her face soon wore off, light
came back to her eyes, and her prattling tongue re-
leased itself from a long silence. An hour after-
ward, when she was laid to sleep in a temporary
bed, made for her on the floor, her heavy eyelids
fell quickly, with their long lashes upon her cheeks,
and she was soon in the world of dreams.

Then followed a long and serious conference be-
tween Edward and his wife.

“T saw Mr. Melleville to-day,” said the former.

“Did you? I am glad of that,” was answered.

“He will give me a place.”

‘Glad again.”

“But, Edith, as I supposed, he can only pay me
a salary of four hundred dollars.”

“No matter,” was the prompt reply; “it is bet-
ter than five hundred where you are.”

“Can we live on it, Edith?” Edward spoke in a
troubled voice.

“Why not? It is but to use a little more econo-
my in our expenses—to live on two dollars a week
less than we now spend; and that will not be very
hard to do. ‘Trust it to me, dear. I will bring the
account out even. And we will be just as happy.
As happy? Oh, a thoqaend times happier! A hun-