"Oh yes, miss! Please step in! I'll tell Miss Leigh."

"Thank you. I'll pay the driver."

She thereupon paid for the cab and dismissed it, and then followed
the maid into a very small but prettily arranged hall, and from
thence into a charming little drawing-room, with French windows
set open, showing a tiny garden beyond--a little green lawn,
smooth as velvet, and a few miniature flower-beds gay with well-
kept blossoms.

"Would you please take a seat, miss?" and the maid placed a chair.
"Miss Leigh is upstairs, but she'll be down directly."

She left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Innocent sat still, satchel in hand, looking wistfully about her.
The room appealed to her taste in its extreme simplicity--and it
instinctively suggested to her mind resigned poverty making the
best of itself. There were one or two old miniatures on little
velvet stands set on the mantelpiece--these were beautiful, and of
value; some engravings of famous pictures adorned the walls, all
well chosen; the quaint china bowl on the centre table was full of
roses carefully arranged--and there was a very ancient harpsichord
in one corner which apparently served only as a stand for the
portrait of a man's strikingly handsome face, near which was
placed a vase containing a stem of Madonna lilies. Innocent found
herself looking at this portrait now and again--there was
something familiar in its expression which had a curious