Perhaps I feel sore about accepting help still, but I have made up my mind; for all our sakes it is best.

I submit--I give in--I am very grateful." "Perhaps, Primrose," said Mrs.Ellsworthy, whose bright eyes were now full of tears, "I may convince you yet that you have no cause to feel sore, and that proud heart of yours will not be pained.

I believe the help you need is coming to you three sisters in such a guise that you cannot fail but to accept it gladly, and as your natural right." "It cannot quite be our natural right," said Primrose.

"There are no possible circumstances under which it can be quite natural for girls to take money help from even the kindest friends who are not related to them." "In this case there may even possibly be a relationship," proceeded Mrs.Ellsworthy.

"Primrose, suppose that little brother who was lost long ago--little Arthur your mother called him--suppose he came here to-day, and said, 'I am grown up, and rich--I am the right person to help my sisters,' you would feel no soreness of heart at accepting help from your own brother, Primrose ?" "My own brother," repeated Primrose in a wistful and longing voice; "it is cruel to remind me of my brother.