And I will make you some tea in true English fashion, and you must take it hot, and it will do you good." The simple sisterly kindness and silent sympathy soothed Marie after a time.

The sobs ceased, and the tears also.

And Marie put her hand in her pocket and gave Bernardine the five francs.
"Fraeulein Holme, I hate them." she said.

"I could never keep them.

How could I send them now to my old mother?
They would bring her ill luck-- indeed they would." The matter was solved by Bernardine in a masterly fashion.