Mrs.Campbell will let you, I know." This note, which was blurred and blotted with tears was carried by Billy, who was going to the village, and delivered to Mrs.Campbell herself.

Perhaps the proud woman remembered the time when her own darling died, or it may be that conscience upbraided her for caring so much for one orphan and utterly neglecting the other two.

Be that as it may, her tears fell upon the paper and mingled with Mary's as she replied, "Ella shall come this afternoon." But before afternoon a drizzling shower came on, and Mary watched and wept in vain, for Ella did not come.

The next morning was bright and beautiful as April mornings often are, and at as early an hour as was consistent with Mrs.Campbell's habits, her carriage was before the door, and herself and Ella seated within it.

The little lady was not in the best of humors, for she and her maid had quarrelled about her dress; Ella insisting upon a light-blue merino, and the maid proposing a plain delaine, which Ella declared she would not wear.