But I know better." Harriet and her mother sought out Mr.Denover.

He lived in a stately up-town mansion, with his wife and one son, and received both poor waifs with open arms.

His lost sister had been his boyhood's pet; he had nothing for her now but pity and forgiveness, when she looked at him with death in her face.
"My poor Maria, don't talk of the wretched past.

I love my only sister in spite of all, and neither she nor her child shall want a home while I have one." Harriet told her story very briefly.

Her father had been dead for two years.