"I didn't get as much money as I expected." "When will you buy them, mother ?" asked the child as tears filled his eyes.

"I can't go to school in this way." And he looked down at his bare feet.
"I know you can't, Harry; and I will try and get them for you in a few days." The child said no more, but shrunk away with his little heart so full of disappointment, that he could not keep the tears from gushing over his face.

The mother's heart was quite as full.

Little Harry sat down in a corner to weep in silence, and Mrs.Walton took her sewing into her hands; but the tears so blinded her eyes, that she could not see where to direct the needle.

Before she had recovered herself, there was a knock at the door, which was opened immediately afterwards by a lady, who came into the room where the poor widow sat with her little family around her.
More than an hour had passed since the unpleasant interview with the poor widow, and Mrs.Lander had not yet recovered her equanimity of mind nor lost the feelings of indignation which the attempt to impose upon her by an exorbitant charge had occasioned, when she was favoured with a visit from Mrs.Brandon, who said familiarly, and with a smile, as she entered-- "Ah, how do you do, Mrs.Lander?
I have just corrected a mistake you made a little while ago." "Indeed! what is that ?" asked Mrs.Lander, looking a little surprised.
"You only gave poor Mrs.Walton fifty cents apiece for the half dozen of shirts she made for you, when the lowest price is seventy-five cents.