"Dear, kind mamma, you are doing this for my sake," said the grateful girl.

"I am ashamed that you should humble yourself--it is so useless!" "It shall _not_ be useless," her mother answered.

"If fifty Mr.Kellers threatened your happiness, my child, I would brush the fifty out of your way.

Oh, my darling, my darling!" Her voice--as firm as the voice of a man, while she declared her resolution--faltered and failed her when the last words of endearment fell from her lips.

She drew Minna to her bosom, and embraced in silent rapture the one creature whom she loved.