do something for her,"

5. "Suppose you should carry her a handful of pretty flowers some time
when you go to school," said Mrs. West. "I'll do that to-morrow morning,"
said George, "if I can find my way into that rickety old house."

6. The next morning, as Jennie sat leaning her head wearily against the
window, watching the raindrops chasing one another down the glass, she
spied George with a handful of beautiful flowers carefully picking his way
across the street. He stopped in front of her window, and, smiling very
pleasantly, said, "How shall I find the way to your room?"

7. Jennie pointed to an alley near by, where he turned in, and with some
difficulty found his way to the dingy staircase. Opening the door to
Jennie's gentle "Come in," he said, "I have brought you a handful of
flowers to look at this rainy day."

8. "Are they for me?" exclaimed Jennie, clapping her hands in delight.
"How kind you are," she continued, as George laid them in her lap. "I have
not had a flower since we live in the city."

9. "Did you use to live in the country?" asked George. "Oh, yes," answered
Jennie, "we used to live in a beautiful cottage, and there were trees and
flowers and green grass, and the air was so sweet."

10. "Well, what made you move here?" "Oh," said Jennie, softly, "papa
died, and mamma was sick so long that the money was all gone. Then mamma
had to sell the cottage, and she moved here to try to get work to do."

11. "Do you have to sit here all day?" asked George, glancing around the