Oh! what shall I do ?" Erminia's little heart was softened by such excessive poverty.

A best frock made of shabby old silk! She put her arms round Maggie's neck, and said: "Come with me; we will go to my aunt's dressing-room, and Dawson will give me some silk, and I'll help you to mend it." "That's a kind little Minnie," said Frank.

Ned had turned sulkily away.

I do not think the boys were ever cordial again that day; for, as Frank said to his mother, "Ned might have said he was sorry; but he is a regular tyrant to that little brown mouse of a sister of his." Erminia and Maggie went, with their arms round each other's necks, to Mrs.
Buxton's dressing-room.

The misfortune had made them friends.