After a little search, she found the number of Mrs.Gordon's residence on a splendid house, whose grandness quite abashed her.

But her courage revived as she thought of the purpose that had brought her there, and she boldly rang the bell.

The door was opened by a servant man in a white jacket, of whom she inquired if Mrs.Gordon was at home.
"Mrs.Gordon is at home, but we don't trouble her at the call of a beggar," replied the well-fed servant as he glanced at the homely apparel of Katy.
"I am not a beggar," she replied, with spirit, her cheek reddening with indignation at the charge.
"You can't see her; so go about your business." "Who is it Michael ?" said a gentle voice within.
"Only a beggar, Miss Grace; she wants to see Mrs.Gordon," replied the man; and then a beautiful young lady came to look at her.
"I am not a beggar, ma'am; indeed I am not.

I want to see Mrs.Gordon very much.

Please to let me speak to her." The sweet, pleading tones of the child produced their impression on the beautiful lady, and she bade her come in.