So you'd better come down now." "If you please," said Mary, who knew she could not eat a mouthful, "If you please, I'd rather stay here and rest me if I can have some milk for Alice by and by." "Mercy sakes, ain't that child weaned ?" asked Mrs.Grundy.
"Ma'am ?" said Mary, not exactly understanding her.
"Ain't Ellis weaned, or must we break into the cream a dozen times a day for her ?" "She has never eaten any thing but milk," said Mary, weeping to think how different Mrs.Grundy's manner was from her own dear mother's.
"Wall, there's no use blubberin' so.

If she must have milk, why she must, and that's the end on't.

But what I want to know is, how folks as poor as yourn, could afford to buy milk for so big a child." Mary could have told of many hungry nights which she and Frank had passed in order that Ella and Alice might be fed, but she made no remark, and Mrs.Grundy soon left the room saying, "Come down when you get ready for the milk I s'pose _skim_ will do." Half an hour after Alice began to cry; and Mary, knowing she was hungry, laid her upon the bed and started for the milk.

She trembled as she drew near the garret stairs, and trod softly that she might not be heard, but as she was passing the mysterious door, a voice entirely different in its tone from the one assumed towards Mrs.Grundy, called out, "Come here, little dear, and see your Aunty." Mary's circle of acquaintances was quite as large as she cared to have it, and quickening her steps, she was soon in the kitchen, where she found several old ladies still lingering over cups of very weak and very red looking tea.

As she entered the room they all suspended their operations, and looking hard at her, asked if she were the little English girl.