My mother is prouder than I am, for she wasn't always as poor as she is now." Katy suddenly clapped her hand over her mouth, when she recollected that this was a forbidden topic.
"Some time you may tell me all about your mother; and I will call and see her to-morrow, and help you take care of her." "Please to take the watch, ma'am." "If you very much desire it, I shall do so, though I cannot take it as security.

Is this the watch you carried to the pawnbroker ?" said Mrs.
Gordon as she took the treasure.
"Yes, ma'am.

It belonged to my father." Mrs.Gordon turned over the watch, and looked at it with considerable interest, as she thought of it as a memento of the dead, and how highly it must be prized by the poor woman.
"Mercy, what's this!" exclaimed she, starting back, and staggering towards her chair.
"What is the matter, mother ?" cried Grace, running to her side.

"Are you ill ?" "No, Grace; that inscription!" replied Mrs.Gordon, faintly, for she seemed very deeply moved, and on the point of swooning.

"Bring me a glass of water." There was no water in the room, but Michael was in the entry, and was dispatched to procure it.