She would give it me, but I think shame to be for ever taking from her." "It is not her affair," said Catherine, very sharply; "what has she to do coming between me and my son ?" and she left the room with a red face.

Little Catherine smiled.

Presently the housewife returned with a gracious, affectionate air, and two little gold pieces in her hand.
"There, sweetheart," said she, "you won't have to trouble dame or demoiselle for two paltry crowns." But on this Gerard fell a thinking how he could spare her purse.
"One will do, mother.

I will ask the good monks to let me send my copy of their 'Terence:' it is on snowy vellum, and I can write no better: so then I shall only need six sheets of vellum for my borders and miniatures, and gold for my ground, and prime colours--one crown will do.' "Never tyne the ship for want of a bit of tar, Gerard," said his changeable mother.

But she added, "Well, there, I will put the crown in my pocket.