OR, CLARENCE MORTIMER, 59

 

lady came down stairs, carrying a bundle of
clothing,

*©¢ Do you think you could wear this?’
she said, handing the boy a good, warm over-
coat, which, though half-worn, was still quite
respectable in appearance. ‘It belonged to
one of my boys, and I had laid it aside to
give away.’

‘©«Couldn’t I, though!’ said the boy
eagerly as he thrust his arms quickly into
the offered garment.

‘¢ The lady threw a flannel cloak over the
shoulders of the girl, at the same moment
saying — :

‘<< Tt is not very handsome, my dear, but
it will keep you warm.’

#¢ € Oh. ia’am, how very good you are!’
said the girl smilingly, glancing up through
her | falling tears. ‘I cannot thank you

enough.’