"How's he to keep you, I should like to know," Mrs.Kepp exclaimed, as the girl stood blushing before her after having told her story; "if he can't pay me regular ?--and you know the difficulty I have had to get his money, Mary Anne.

If he can't keep hisself, how's he to keep you ?" "Don't talk like that, mother," cried the girl, wincing under her parent's practical arguments; "you go on as if all I cared for was being fed and clothed.

Besides, Captain Paget is not going to be poor always.

He told me so last night, when he----" "_He_ told you so!" echoed the honest widow with unmitigated scorn; "hasn't he told me times and often that I should have my rent regular after this week, and regular after that week, and have I _ever_ had it regular?
And ain't I keeping him out of charity now ?--a poor widow-woman like me--which I may be wanting charity myself before long: and if it wasn't for your whimpering and going on he'd have been out of the house three weeks ago, when the doctor said he was well enough to be moved; for I ast him." "And you'd have turned him out to die in the streets, mother!" cried Mary; "I didn't think you was so 'artless." From this time there was ill-feeling between Mrs.Kepp and her daughter, who had been hitherto one of the most patient and obedient of children.

The fanatic can never forgive the wretch who disbelieves in the divinity of his god; and women who love as blindly and foolishly as Mary Anne Kepp are the most bigoted of worshippers.