"We may find her useful." Diana looked from him to the old woman, and opened her purse, at the sight of which Mrs.Kebby's sour face relaxed.

When Miss Vrain gave her half a sovereign she quite beamed with joy.

"The blessing of heaven on you, my dear," she said, with a curtsey.

"Gold! good gold! Ah! this is a brave day's work for me--thirteen blessed shillings!" "Ten, you mean, Mrs.Kebby!" "Oh, no, sir," cried Mrs.Kebby obsequiously, "the lady gave me ten, bless her heart, but you've quite forgot your three." "I said two." "Ah! so you did, sir.

I'm a poor schollard at 'rithmetic." "You're clever enough to get money out of people," said Diana, who was disgusted at the avarice of the hag.