If she wants to see these old relics of a former day, let her.

You, Charity, lead the way." I was trembling with gratitude and the hopes I had suppressed, but I managed to follow the apologetic figure of the humiliated old lady with a very good grace.

As we quitted the room we were in, through a door at the end leading into the dark passageway, I thought of the day when, according to Mrs.Packard's story, Miss Thankful had come running across the alley and through this very place to astound her sister and nephew in the drawing-room with the news of the large legacy destined so soon to be theirs.

That was two years ago, and to-day--I proceeded no further with what was in my mind, for my interest was centered in the closet whose door Miss Charity had just flung open.
"You see," murmured that lady, "that we haven't anything of extraordinary interest to show you.

Do you want me to hand some of them down?
I don't believe that it will pay you." I cast a look at the shelves and felt a real disappointment.