"Let me go, Leno," said he, "I want to see my ma.

Where is she ?" A smile of scorn curled Lenora's lips as she released him, and leading him toward her mother, she said, "There she is; there's your ma.

Now hold up your head and make a bow." Willie's lip quivered, his eyes filled with tears, and hiding his face in his apron, he sobbed, "I want my own ma--the one they shut up in a big black box.

Where is she, Leno ?" Mr.Hamilton took Willie on his knee, and tried to explain to him how that now his own mother was dead, he had got a new one, who would love him and be kind to him.

Then putting him down, he said, "Go, my son, and speak to her, won't you ?" Willie advanced rather cautiously toward the black silk figure, which reached out its hand, saying, "Dear Willie, you'll love me a little, won't you ?" "Yes, if you are good to me," was the answer, which made the new stepmother mentally exclaim, "A young rebel, I know," while Lenora, bending between the two, whispered emphatically: "She _shall_ be good to you!" And soon, in due order, the servants were presented to their new mistress.