The rest of the family all recovered, and Miss Arnold received their
most grateful thanks. Truly they hardly knew what method to take to
show her how grateful they really were. They were pretty well off in
worldly matters, but their kind Angel Agnes was twice as wealthy as
they, so that neither money nor anything which money could buy was of
any use to her.

"I will tell you what you may do to express your gratitude for what
little good I have, under the blessing of God, been able to render
you. Help your poorer neighbors immediately around you here. There
are scores and scores of families who are actually starving, as well
as sick. Give them all the assistance you can. Rich people can take
care of themselves, but the poor cannot."

This was faithfully promised, and, we may add, just as faithfully
performed.

During the next ten days Agnes was kept continually busy, night and
day, in her arduous and dangerous duties. But by strict adherence to
her original design and method, she kept herself in perfect health and
spirits, and in the midst of her labors and anxieties she found time
to send daily messages to her mother.

On the succeeding Monday, while nursing a poor woman in the northern
part of the city, a note was brought to her by the dead-wagon man--the
same genius with whom Agnes had had the encounter.

"Missus Agonyess," said he, trying to pronounce her name correctly, as
he remembered the correction--an effort which betrayed him into a