From her present errand she returned with a strange variety of dainties--for it was early in the week, and the girls still had coppers in their pockets; for two or three she had purchased a farthing's-worth of jam, which she carried in paper.

A bite of this and a taste of that rewarded her for her trouble.
The quiet-mannered girl whom we were observing took her cup of tea from the pot in which she had a share, and from her bag produced some folded pieces of bread and butter.

She had begun her meal, when there came and sat down by her a young woman of very different appearance--our friend, Miss Peckover.

They were old acquaintances; but when we first saw them together it would have been difficult to imagine that they would ever sit and converse as at present, apparently in all friendliness.

Strange to say, it was Clem who, during the past three years, had been the active one in seeking to obliterate disagreeable memories.