MILLIE'S VICTORY.

 "Know him? Why, Millie! are you dream-
ing?"
 I don't know. Ought I to know him, dear Mrs.
La Serre ? I don't indeed."
 An idea struck Mrs. La Serre. "Millie, my child,
don't you know that you have a brother ? "
 I! A brother! Mrs. La Serre, what do you
mean ? "
 Have you not had my letters ? Did your aunt
not tell you ?"
 I have had no letters from you, Mrs. La Serre;
not one. Oh! have I really a brother; really my
own ? "
 "1 God forgive your aunt, Millie. Charlie was a
week old when your mother died. He has been with
me ever since. Come and see him, dear."
 He was lying asleep in his cot. A beautiful boy,
with fair curly hair and rosy cheeks.
 Millie knelt down by his side, and covered his
face with passionate kisses, her tears falling like rain.
His great blue eyes opened and looked dreamily at
her.
 Charlie, my darling brother, I am your sister
Millie. You will love me, won't you ?"
 I love you dearly," he answered, winding his fat
arms round her neck. "I always say in my prayers,
SGo d b less sister M illie .' I told a u n tie y o u w ou ld
come to-day. She promised to wake me up. Good
night, sister Millie. You are going to stay here
now."
 Yes; good night, my darling."
 Mrs. La Serre and Millie had a long talk that
night.
 Miss Conway must have kept the letters Mrs.
 Churton and Mrs. La Serre had written Millie. They
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