and giving her help with the sewing
they did for a dressmaking establishment that she had hardly noted. She
swallowed over a great lump in her throat, it was a bitter sacrifice and
yet she must make it. She could not even study during the evenings for
she must help with the sewing, and if her mother should be ill!

The little supper was tastily arranged, the tea and the chop had an
unwonted fragrance.

"I'm awfully sorry," said the mother, "but Sally says it is a nice shop
and the boss is particular about the kind of girls he has, and to think
Sally's earning nine dollars a week now!"

"Yes, Sally's a nice pleasant girl," that was all she could trust her
voice to say.

"And it will be company back and forth. Maybe--sometime--"

Oh, had she been right in that long ago time? It seemed ages to her, so
much had happened since, and she thought she could not live without the
child, but after all the girl was not of her kind. What if she had done
her a great wrong! She had never been an introspective woman, her life
was mostly on the surface, with commonplace aims and desires.

The kitchen was small, the middle room not much larger, but it had two
nice windows, the front was on a much neglected street with a big
carpenter's shop across the way. They used that for a sleeping room and
it had in it the remnant of better days. The sewing room was much more
quiet.

Lilian cleared away the things. Mrs. Boyd went back to the lounge. Then
the girl went down the street. She had best make her sacrifice at once,
it was not a subject to ponder over and she realized it had been a big
black cloud hanging about her the last month.

Sally's mother sat out on the small porch gossiping with a neighbor.

"Oh, Lily Boyd," she exclaimed. "Sally was coming up on Saturday but
she had to fly round like a bee in a flower garden. It want her turn to
go to the Rest House, but the other girl couldn't--sickness at home. So
Sally went in her place. Splendid, isn't it! And board only two dollars
a week. I tell Sally she's got the nicest boss we've ever heard about.
She'll be home Sat'day night and tell you all about it."

"Yes, I want to see her. No, I can't stay. Oh, mother does not seem very
well. Good-night."

Lilian did not go straight home. This was the old part of the town there
were no real cottages and little gardens fragrant with flowers, but
people were huddled in them. There would presently be factories and
tenement houses.

She wa