"'And we are all prepared to meet it,' broke in the other two,
gathering around the old man.

"'God bless you, my children!' Mr. W--murmured, with a voice
choked with emotion. 'But, you know not how low you have fallen. I
am a beggar!'

"'Not quite,' was the now smiling reply of his eldest child. 'We
learned it all--and at once determined that we would do our part.
For two weeks, we have been out among our friends, and freely
related our plans and the reason for adopting them. The result is,
we obtained forty scholars to a school we have determined to open,
for teaching music, French, drawing, &c. You are not a beggar, dear
father! And never shall be, while you have three daughters to love
you!'

"The old man's feelings gave way, and he wept like a child. He could
not object to the proposition of his children. The school was at
once opened, and is still conducted by the two youngest. It proved a
means of ample support to the family. To some men, the fact that
their children had been compelled to resort to daily labour, in any
calling, for a support, would have been deeply humiliating. Not so
to Mr. W--. That evidence of his daughters' love to him
compensated for all the changes which circumstances, uncontrolled by
himself, had effected."

THE END.