d
not disturb her, but stepped lightly over the floor and down stairs, for
it was getting late and she must be gone. Read the next story and you
will be deeply interested in the result.

LETTICE AND CATHERINE,

OR THE UNEXPECTED MEETING.

I must tell you who were Lettice and Myra. They were the daughters of a
clergyman, who held the little vicarage of Castle Rising. But
misfortune, which sometimes meets the wise and good, reduced the family
to poor circumstances. After the parents' decease, Lettice and Myra
located in London, for the purpose of doing needlework for a living.

We said in the last story, that Lettice had entered the street and was
on her way with the work she had finished for the young lady. It was a
cold morning, the snow blew, and the street was slippery. She could
scarcely stand--her face was cold, and her hands so numbed that she
could scarcely hold the parcel she carried. The snow beat upon her poor
bonnet, but she comforted herself with the idea that she might be
supposed to have a better bonnet at home. She cheerfully trudged along,
and at last entered Grosvenor Square, where the lamps were just dying
away before the splendid houses, while the wind rushed down the Park
colder than ever. A few boys were about the only people yet to be seen
about, and they laughed at her as she held her bonnet down with one
hand, to prevent its giving way before the wind, while she carried her
bundle and kept her shawl from flying up with the other.

At last she entered Green street, and came to the house of the kind lady
who had furnished her and many others with work; raised the knocker, and
gave one humble knock at the door. She had never been at the house
before, but she had sometimes had to go to other genteel houses where
she had been met with incivility by the domestics.

But "like master, like man," is a stale old proverb and full of truth.
The servant came to the door. He was a grave old man about fifty. His
countenance was full of kind meaning, and his manners so gentle, that
before hearing her errand, observing how cold she looked, bade her come
in and warm herself at the hall stove.

"I have come," said Lettice, "with the young lady's work--I had not time
to come last night, but I hope I have not put her to any
inconvenience--I started before light this morning."

"Well, my dear, I hope not," said the servant, "but it was a pity you
could not get it done last night. Mrs. Danvers likes to