and you must see him. Mark will go with us, of course."

There was something so hearty in Wilford's invitation that Morris did
not again object, and two hours later found him in the drawing-room at
No. ---- Fifth Avenue, receiving the friendly greetings of Mrs. Cameron
and her daughter, each of whom vied with the other in their polite
attentions to him, while little Jamie, to whose nursery he was admitted,
wound his arms around his neck and laying his curly head upon his
shoulder, cried quietly, whispering as he did so: "I am so glad, Dr.
Grant, so glad to see you again. I thought I never should, but I've not
forgotten the prayer you taught me, and I say it often when my back
aches so I cannot sleep and there's no one around to hear but Jesus. I
love Him now, if he did make me lame, and I know that He loves me."

Surely the bread cast upon the waters had returned again after many
days, and Morris Grant did not regret the time spent with the poor
crippled boy, teaching him the way of life and sowing the seed which
now was bearing fruit. Nor did he regret having accepted Wilford's
invitation to dinner, as by this means he saw the home which had
well-nigh been little Katy Lennox's. She would be sadly out of place
here with these people, he thought, as he looked upon all their
formality and ceremony and then contrasted it with what Katy had been
accustomed to. Juno would kill her outright, was his next mental
comment, as he watched that haughty young lady, dressed in the extreme
of fashion and dividing her coquetries between himself and Mr. Ray, who,
being every way desirable both in point of family and wealth, was
evidently her favorite. She had colored scarlet when first presented to
Dr. Grant, and her voice had trembled as she took his offered hand, for
she remembered the time when her liking had not been concealed, and was
only withdrawn at the last because she found how useless it was to waste