little three-penny glass which hung on the wall she thought she might
look quite tidy after all. The young lady for whom she made the linen
lived about twenty miles from town, but she had come in about this time,
and was to set off home at nine o'clock that very morning. The linen was
to have been sent in the night before, but Lettice had found it
impossible to finish it. This was why she was obliged to start so early
in the morning. She now goes to the bed to tell Myra about the fire, and
that she had borrowed her shawl, but Myra was sound asleep, so she did
not disturb her, but stepped lightly over the floor and down stairs, for
it was getting late and she must be gone. Read the next story and you
will be deeply interested in the result.




LETTICE AND CATHERINE,

OR THE UNEXPECTED MEETING.


I must tell you who were Lettice and Myra. They were the daughters of a
clergyman, who held the little vicarage of Castle Rising. But
misfortune, which sometimes meets the wise and good, reduced the family
to poor circumstances. After the parents' decease, Lettice and Myra
located in London, for the purpose of doing needlework for a living.

We said in the last story, that Lettice had entered the street and was
on her way with the work she had finished for the young lady. It was a
cold morning, the snow blew, and the street was slippery. She could
scarcely stand--her face was cold, and her hands so numbed that she