It was autumn, and as the evenings were rather cool a cheerful wood fire was blazing on the hearth.

Before it stood a tasteful little workstand, near which were seated Lenora and her mother, the one industriously knitting, and the other occasionally touching the strings of her guitar, which was suspended from her neck by a crimson ribbon.

On the sideboard stood a fruit dish loaded with red and golden apples, and near it a basket filled with the rich purple grapes.
That day in the street Lenora had met Mr.Hamilton, who asked if her mother would be at home that evening, saying he intended to call for the purpose of settling the bill which he owed her for services rendered to his family in their late affliction.
"When I once get him here, I will keep him as long as possible," said Mrs.Carter; "and, Lenora, child, if he stays late, say till nine o'clock, you had better go quietly to bed." "Or into the next room, and listen," thought Lenora.
Seven o'clock came, and on the graveled walk there was heard the sound of footsteps, and in a moment Ernest Hamilton stood in the room, shaking the warm hand of the widow, who was delighted to see him, but _so_ sorry to find him looking pale and thin! Rejecting a seat in the comfortable rocking-chair, which Lenora pushed toward him, he proceeded at once to business, and taking from his purse fifteen dollars, passed them toward Mrs.Carter, asking if that would remunerate her for the three weeks' services in his family.
But Mrs.Carter thrust them aside, saying, "Sit down, Mr.Hamilton, sit down.

I have a great deal to ask you about Maggie and dear Carrie's health." "And sweet little Willie," chimed in Lenora.
Accordingly Mr.Hamilton sat down, and so fast did Mrs.Carter talk that the clock was pointing to half past eight ere he got another chance to offer his bills.

Then, with the look of a much-injured woman, Mrs.Carter declined the money, saying, "Is it possible, Mr.
Hamilton, that you suppose my services can be bought! What I did for your wife, I would do for any one who needed me, though for but few could I entertain the same feelings I did for her.