containing Dora's wardrobe.

"It was father's--and mother's clothes are in it," answered Dora,
with quivering lips.

There was something in the words and manner of the little girl, as
she laid her hand reverently on the offending trunk, that touched
even Eugenia; and she said no more. An hour later, and the
attention of more than one passenger in the Hudson River cars was
attracted towards the two stylish-looking ladies who came in,
laden with bundles, and followed by a little girl in black, for
whom no seat was found save the one by the door where the wind
crept in, and the unmelted frost still covered the window pane.

"Won't you be cold here?" asked Alice, stopping a moment, ere
passing on to her own warm seat near the stove.

"No matter; I am used to it," was Dora's meek reply; and wrapping
her thin, half-worn shawl closer about her, and drawing her feet
up beneath her, she soon fell asleep, dreaming sweet dreams of the
home to which she was going, and of the Aunt Sarah who would be to
her a second mother!

_God help thee, Dora Deane!_

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