having one of the quality sit down in their house, I took the baby from its grandfather, and soon the little one was cooing contentedly in my arms, getting its fingers and face nicely smeared with the candies I had brought it.  I divided the supply with the two other little ones—­the eldest going direct to his grandfather, and dividing his share with him.  I noticed that the gift was thankfully received, but placed securely in his pocket; no doubt to be brought out a little later, and divided with the others.  I glanced at the blind man’s clothing.  Clean it certainly was; in this respect corresponding with everything I saw in the house; but oh, so sadly darned, and threadbare.  Still, he seemed like a gentleman, and I fancied he shrank painfully within himself as if one’s presence made him ill at ease.  I resolved to say very little to him on this first visit, but later on try to find the key to his heart.  I contented myself with the use of my eyes, and playing with the baby, leaving the two widows to indulge in a few sighs and tears together.  My own tears do not come very readily, and it makes me feel cold hearted to sit dry-eyed while other eyes are wet.  As I sat quietly absorbing the spirit of the place, my eyes rested on a shelf containing the few cheap dishes that served their daily food.  Instantly the desolate fancies I had a few hours before indulged came forcibly to mind.  I thought what would it be to cleanse the remains of meagre repasts from these coarse cups, and plates, through days and years, with no glad hopes or joyous fancies to lighten the toil!  I was growing desolate hearted myself, and concluded my widowed friend had sighed and wept long enough; so returning the little charge to its grandfather, I went to Mrs. Larkum’s side, and slipped the note into her hand, at the same time saying good-bye, and motioned to Mrs. Blake to come home.  She arose very reluctantly, being unwilling to miss her friend’s surprise and satisfaction.  I too was constrained to look at her as she unfolded the note.  A flush swept over her face as she saw the number, and handing it back to me, she said:—­

“You have made a mistake, and given me the wrong bill.”

“Oh no, indeed.  I got it on purpose for you.”

“But it is ten dollars.  Surely you did not mean that.”

“Mrs. Blake said you would know how to lay out fifty very wisely,” I said, with, a smile.

Her tears, always so convenient, began to flow afresh.  Turning to her father she said with a sob, “Father, your prayers are getting answered.  The Lord, I believe, will provide.”

I saw him gather the baby close to his heart, and then with a gesture of self command he seemed with difficulty to restrain his own emotion.  “The Lord reward the giver,” he murmured in a low voice; but some way it gave me the feeling that I had suddenly received some precious gift.

“When that is gone I shall have some more for you,” I promised.