But some time she must have been a young girl, and then she must have looked like that portrait.
She felt just like asking Mrs.Gordon if that was her portrait, but she did not dare to do such a thing.

While she was attentively watching the roguish lady's face, her kind friend entered the room, followed by Grace.
"How do you do, Katy ?" said the former, with a benevolent smile.
"Quite well, I thank you, ma'am.

I hope you will excuse me for coming again," replied she.
"I am very glad you have come." "I was thinking of you the other day, and wishing I might see you," added Grace, "for the Mayor told us a very pretty story about you." "He was very good to me; and I never shall forget him or you," answered Katy, warmly.
"I suppose you have come to get another receipt; but I told Dr.Flynch not to disturb you," said Mrs.Gordon.
"O, no ma'am--I didn't come for that.

You were too kind to me before, and I have come now to pay you for that month's rent." "Indeed ?" "Yes, ma'am; we have been able to earn money enough, and I am very glad that I can pay it," replied Katy, taking the four dollars from her pocket.

"Here it is." "No, my child; you shall keep it.