Thank you for what's in the basket, Tommy." Without waiting for anything more, the noble, generous boy leaped down the stairs and passed out at the front door.
"What have you got there, Katy ?" asked Mrs.Redburn, as she entered the room with the basket in her hand.
"Something Mrs.Howard sent us," she replied, as she opened the basket, and took out a plate of butter and half a dozen hot biscuit, which she carried to the bedside for her mother's inspection.
"What have you done, my child ?" exclaimed the poor woman, a flush gathering on her pale cheek.

"Have you told the neighbors that we have nothing to eat ?" "I couldn't help telling Tommy when I asked for the flounders yesterday; he told his mother, but no one else knows it." "I had rather starve than beg, Katy; but I cannot compel you to do so." "I will not beg." "Then let us send those cakes back." "No, mother; we must not be so proud as that.

I think that God sent us this food through Mrs.Howard, and it would be wicked to reject His bounty." "Do as you please, Katy." "Some time we shall be able to pay her; and that will make it all right." Mrs.Redburn could not taste the biscuit, but Katy ate heartily.

Her pride was not inflated by the remembrance of brighter days.

All she had was inherited from her mother.
After breakfast she put on her bonnet and left the house, assuring her mother she should be back by twelve o'clock.