CHAPTER VIII.
Four days after Mr.Clendon had rescued her from the Wolf, Celia, who had been listening daily for his footsteps, heard them on the stairs.
She ran down, and caught the old man by the hand.
"Oh, come in!" she said, excitedly.

"I have something to tell you." He looked at her flushed face, her eyes all alight now; but without a smile, and with his usual impassiveness, he went to her room.
"The most wonderful thing has happened!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, but first, let me try to thank you! The people who brought the things would not tell me who had sent them, but they insisted that everything was paid for, and, of course, I knew the milk and the bread, and the groceries and the rest of it, came from you." "That is nothing," he said, with the simplicity of good breeding.

"Tell me of this wonderful news." "It's the most extraordinary, the most miraculous news," she said, with a long breath.

"You remember that advertisement I showed you?
Well, there came an answer to it--an answer! Here it is." She handed him one of several letters she had snatched up from the table.