truly and honestly."

"I will endeavor to do so, sir," replied May, lifting her clear, bright
eyes to his.

"You can, and _must_. What object have you in providing for that old
negro woman, on the outskirts of the city?"

"I pity her, sir, because she is poor and helpless, and do it, I hope,
for the love of God," she said, amazed, but quiet.

"Very well. And now, for the love of God, answer _this_," he said,
with anxiety; "tell me _how_, you provide for her--_how_ you get means
to buy wood and necessaries?"

"Dear uncle, I am sorry you have found it out. I do not like to speak
of it--indeed, I would prefer not--it seems--so--yes--it seems like
boasting, or talking too much about myself," said May, while her cheeks
flushed crimson.

"Go on; I will know!" he said, harshly.

"Yes, sir. I earn a trifle every two or three weeks by knitting fancy
articles, which Mrs. Tabb on C---- Street, disposes of for me--"

"And then--"

"And then, sir, I take care of old Mabel with the proceeds; but please,
dear, dear uncle, do not forbid me to continue doing so; pray allow me
the privilege of earning a trifle for her benefit while she lives; and