Ah, here we are at home, and we will postpone the discussion of our delightful conspiracy until you have had something to eat and are rested a bit." The carriage drew up at the magnificent palace, well known in Vienna, which belongs to the Prince von Steinheimer; and shortly afterwards Jennie Baxter found herself in possession of the finest suite of rooms she had ever beheld in her life.

Jennie laughed as she looked round her apartment and noted its luxuriant appointments.
"These are not exactly what we should call 'diggings' in London, are they ?" she said to the Princess, who stood by her side, delighted at the pleasure of her friend.

"We often read of poor penny-a-liners in their garrets; but I don't think any penny-a-liner ever had such a garret as this placed at his disposal." "I knew you would like the rooms," cried the Princess gaily.

"I like them myself, and I hope they will help to induce you to stay in Vienna as long as you can.

I have given you my own maid Gretlich, and I assure you it isn't every friend I would lend her to; she is a model servant." "Oh, but you mustn't do that," said Jennie.