THE STORY OF PAULINE. 39

grapes. and biscuits. “These are fer
Marie,” she said in her sweetest tones,
and ran away again. |

“The dogs eat of the crumbs!” said
Henri; “but,” he added in a softened
voice, ‘it was kind of the child.”

When Henri Durant returned home,
it was to find his patient wife and his
little deformed daughter stitching as
usual by a very dim and uncertain light
indeed. Everything in the -house was
scrupulously clean, and there was even
a something of elegance in the arrange-
ment of the little room that showed an
amount of refinement and taste not com-
mon among the working poor. Elegance
implies leisure also, and Marie, being
debarred from the usual amusements of
children, had many spare moments, which
she spent in devising ways and means
of beautifying their little home. There
were few Protestant families also in the -