er station? She glanced at her mother. The tears were coursing silently
down her sunken cheeks. Was she missing the love a daughter ought to
give? She looked so frail and delicate that the girl's heart went out to
her as it never had before.

In the vestibule stood a sweet faced young woman waiting while an
elderly lady was talking to her friend. She came near and held out her
hand in a friendly manner.

"You are a stranger here, but we are very glad to welcome you," she
began cordially.

"You are one of the Seminary young ladies, I saw you on the porch one
day when I was passing."

"Yes," Lilian returned, then added "in a way. And this is my mother,
Mrs. Boyd."

"And I am Miss Trenham. This is my mother." The two ladies shook hands
in an old-fashioned manner.

"Do you go up Elm Place? Then let us walk together. Is this your first
year here?"

"Yes," answered Lilian.

"I hope you liked our clergyman and will come again."

"I think mother will feel more at home."

Miss Trenham smiled.

"I come here largely for my mother's sake. I think the simple service
comes nearer the heart of the older people. I like Trinity church, I
like the service of the whole year round, and the music is fine. I like
coming in the house of God with a reverent hymn. You are one of the
newer scholars, are you not?"

"Yes, we came in August. My mother has a position in the household." She
would not sail under false colors. "And I am to study for a teacher."

"Oh, then we'll have a mutual bond. I am a teacher in the Franklin
School."

"Oh, I know where that is," with a smile.

"You like your own school?"

"Oh, it is delightful, and such a beautiful home. Such a lovely town--"

Her face was radiant with pleasure. Then they paused.

"We go on a few blocks further. We live in Gray street. I am very glad
to have met you. Shall I see you again next Sunday morning?"

"Oh, yes," promised Lilian.

Then she took her mother's arm.

"Did you like it mother dear? I thought the service very simple and
sweet."

"And the lady was so friendly. I told her we were at the Seminary. The
daughter teaches school, and she asked me to visit them--to come to tea
some day. Do you suppose Mrs. Barrington would object? Would you like to
go?" timidly.

"Why it would be very pleasant."

"Everybody seems so grand, I'm glad not to go to the high-up tables; I'm
so afraid of mistakes. You see when people get along in life it isn't
so easy to take up