"But care is not a coach, you know, my friend, no matter how we turn
it," said Bertha laughingly, as she donned the wrapping and
overshoes. "I am as hungry as a wolf, and I fear mamma will let that
young brother of mine eat all my dinner, if I am too slow in getting
there. Boys are perfect cormorants, anyhow. Come, let's go at once."

The two girls stepped out into the slippery street, and turned their
faces homeward. "I am glad, Lizzie," continued Bertha, as they
turned corner after corner, "that our paths run together so far;
having company is so much better than being alone this forlorn
afternoon. And remember, I desire to know the answer to my
invitation as early as possible. To-morrow is my brother Isaac's
confirmation day, and we must all be promptly at the synagogue at
nine o'clock."

"You shall know to-night, Bertha, and I will be with you, if
possible. But here, before we part, let's stop and buy some bananas
of old Maum Cinda. She is always so grateful for a fivepence dropped
by a school-girl."

By this time the two girls were standing in front of the well-known
fruit-stall of the old blind colored woman known far and near
through the Queen City as "Maum Cinda." For years, hers had been the
important market for supplying the school-children with luscious
fruits, unimpeachable taffy, and ground-pea candy.

"An' bless de Lord, is it Miss Lizzie?" said the good-natured woman,
as the sound of Lizzie Heartwell's voice fell upon her ear in the
kindly spoken salutation.