He had brought fuel also; and, while she was eating, he seemed to devote all his attention to the making of the fire; when it was burning brightly, and she was leaning back, with her hands covering her face, he said, gently, reproachfully: "Why didn't you come to me--why didn't you tell me ?" "I was ashamed," she said.

"I knew you, too, were poor." She tried to laugh, but the laugh was choked in her throat.
"Not too poor to help a friend," he said.

"I think you have been very wicked." He tried to speak sternly; but the "My poor child!" that broke from him declared his sympathy.

"You have lost your situation ?" "Yes; he died.

And I can't find anything else," said Celia, trying to speak calmly.