This would--well, it would get into the papers, Cynthia." "Do you think that the doll continued to please her ?" asked Cynthia.
"Cynthia, I want you to promise," said her friend, persistently.
"Very well, I will promise, if you will promise to let me know the minute you hear that they are treating her harshly because of her silence." Suddenly Cynthia turned her face upon him.

"Lyman," said she, "do you think that I could do anything for her--" "Do anything for her ?" he repeated, vaguely.
"Yes; they cannot have money.

They must be poor: the father works in the factory.

Would they allow me--" The lawyer laughed.

"Cynthia," he said, "you do not realize that pride finds its native element in all strata of society, and riches are comparative.