CHAP. X.—THE LITTLE ORPHAN.

‘eS Katie and Harry were going out for a
WR walk one day, they saw at the gate.a poor
woman, with a little girl about six years old by
her side. The woman was sitting down with
her face buried in her hands ; the little girl was
crying bitterly.

“What is the matter ?” said Katie; “why do
you cry so, little girl?”

“Mother’s so ill,” said the child, “and I’m so
tired and hungry, and we haven't got anything
to eat.”