Only a dollar and five cents," said Mrs.Gaston, earnestly, her heart sinking in her bosom.
"Can't help it.

It's just as I tell you." "When will Mr.Berlaps be home ?" "Some time this afternoon, I suppose." "Not till this afternoon," murmured the mother, sadly, as she thought of her children, and how meagerly she had been able to provide for them during the past few days.

Turning away from the counter, she left the store and hurried homeward.

Henry met her at the door as she entered, and, seeing that she brought nothing with her but the small bundles of work, looked disappointed.

This touched her feeling a good deal.