She thanked the lady very warmly for her kindness, and promising to come at the time stated, she took her leave.
She was followed to the door by Grace, who detained her there.
"Katy, I am sure you are a very good little girl, and here is a dollar for you.

It will buy something good for your mother." "I thank you very much, Miss Gordon.

I am poor, but proud, like my mother," replied she, as a flush of shame mantled her cheek.
"What a foolish little girl!" laughed Grace.

"Take it; you will oblige me very much by taking it." "No, ma'am, I can't; my mother wouldn't own me if I should take money as a gift." "But you must take it, Katy; I shall be angry if you don't." The little girl looked up into her pretty eyes beaming with pity and love; and she could hardly resist the temptation to oblige her by accepting the gift; but since she had heard the story of her mother's life, she understood why she was so much prouder than other poor people; and as she thought of her grandfather in his fine house in the great city of Liverpool, she felt a little of the same spirit--she too was poor and proud.

Besides, as Grace jingled the two half dollars together, there was a harmony in the sound that suggested a great heap of good things for her mother.