The manuscript to which it refers is not, as you may see, in my handwriting.

It consists entirely of passages from the Diary of a poor hard-working girl--passages which tell an artless story of love and friendship in humble life.

When that story has come to an end, I may inform you how I became possessed of it.

If I did so now, I should only forestall one important part of the interest of the narrative.

I have made no attempt to find a striking title for it.