Hasn't He put pity into your heart for many a poor sufferer?
Where did it come from, if not from Him ?' Janet's nervous irritation now broke out into sobs instead of complainings; and her mother was thankful, for after that crisis there would very likely come relenting, and tenderness, and comparative calm.
She went out to make some tea, and when she returned with the tray in her hands, Janet had dried her eyes and now turned them towards her mother with a faint attempt to smile; but the poor face, in its sad blurred beauty, looked all the more piteous.
'Mother will insist upon her tea,' she said, 'and I really think I can drink a cup.

But I must go home directly, for there are people coming to dinner.

Could you go with me and help me, mother ?' Mrs.Raynor was always ready to do that.

She went to Orchard Street with Janet, and remained with her through the day--comforted, as evening approached, to see her become more cheerful and willing to attend to her toilette.

At half-past five everything was in order; Janet was dressed; and when the mother had kissed her and said good-bye, she could not help pausing a moment in sorrowful admiration at the tall rich figure, looking all the grander for the plainness of the deep mourning dress, and the noble face with its massy folds of black hair, made matronly by a simple white cap.