"It's more than ten minutes' walk," she said, "before I can get home." I immediately offered to lend her the money.

"It is such a very small sum," I reminded her, "that it would be absurd to consider yourself under any obligation to me." Between her eagerness to get possession of the letter, and her doubt of the propriety of accepting my offer, she looked sadly embarrassed, poor soul.
"You are very good to me," she said confusedly; "but I am afraid it might not be quite right in me to borrow money of a stranger, however little it may be.

And, even if I did venture, how am I---- ?" She looked at me shyly, and shrank from finishing the sentence.
"How are you to pay it back ?" I suggested.
"Yes, sir." "Oh, it's not worth the trouble of paying back.

Give it to the first poor person you meet with to-morrow." I said this, with the intention of reconciling her to the loan of the money.

It had exactly the contrary effect on this singularly delicate and scrupulous girl.