"But I don't think I will take a cab, thank you, if there's an underground station within reach, and you will kindly tell me the way." "There's Blackfriars Bridge within five minutes.

But you will have more than you can carry--" "I have nothing worth taking away with me," said Rachel, "except the things I stand up in; but you may give what I leave to any poor woman who cares to have them.

And I hope you will accept this trifle for yourself, with my deep gratitude for all your kindness." Indeed, the man had been kind, and his kindness would have continued to the last had the trial ended differently.

Nevertheless, Rachel's trifle was a piece of gold, and one of her last.

Nor was this pure generosity.
There was an untold joy in being able to give again.