taken down? He was too proud to go to the poorhouse, where he belonged,
but he can't help his sister's going there. If he isn't a pauper
himself, he'll be the brother of a pauper, and that's the next thing to
it."

"That is true," said the deacon. "He was very impudent in return for my
kindness. Still, I am sorry for him."

I am afraid the deacon's sorrow was not very deep, for he certainly
looked unusually cheerful when he harnessed up his horse and drove
around to the temporary home of the Pomeroys.

"Good-morning, Mr. Pomeroy," he said, seeing the latter in the yard.
"You've met with a severe loss."

"Yes, deacon; it is a severe loss to a poor man like me."

"To be sure. Well, I've called around to relieve you of a part of your
cares. I am going to take Grace Fowler to the poorhouse."

"Couldn't you get her a place with a private family to help about the
house in return for her board, while she goes to school?"

"There's nobody wants a young girl like her," said the deacon.

"Her brother would pay part of her board--that is, when he has a place."

"Hasn't he got a place?" asked the deacon, pricking up his ears. "I
heard he was in a store in New York."