ean little sidewalks hardly
wide enough for one.

It was not the Paris of to-day. The wide and handsome Rue de La Fayette
that now passes near the Rue Lamartine and the beautiful Square
Montholon with its trees and gardens was not in existence then. Camilla
first knew Paris as a city of short, crowded streets lined with tall
houses and cheap shops and crowded with work people and small
householders.

They had only been settled in the new home a few weeks when a greater
trouble came to them. The wolf began to growl in the echoing entry way
of the tall house. They began to think he would climb the stairs or come
in over the tiles and scare even the starved cats away.

The store of money they had brought from dear, old Nantes had melted
away long ago. There was "little to earn and many to keep." M. Urso
tried and tried, but could get no permanent position at any of the
theatres. There were scores of flute players in the city. As for
organists, there were a dozen for every organ. Once in a while he had a
chance to play for a single Sunday, as a substitute. Occasionally there
was a party or other gathering where a few francs could be earned by
playing.

Even mother had to help. At Nantes she had spent many a happy hour in
fancy needle-work and embroidery. In Paris the work was followed for
twelve hours a day that she might earn two francs and so help keep that
terrible wolf from coming up the stairs. Aunt Caroline kept house and
made the children's clothing go as far as possible. All helped as well
as they could. They must stay in Paris. Camilla must keep on at the
Conservatory. There were two years more of study before her. She had put
her hand to the plow and could not turn back. They must all stay and
help her through.

The Winter passed away and the Spring came. Absorbed in her studies
Camilla hardly noticed it except to observe that her thin clothing was
more comfortable. It cost less to live in the Summer, and when in June
her ninth birth-day came and she was eight years old, they became more
hopeful. Perhaps they could pull through after all.

It was in vain. With the Summer came the dull times in business and
their case grew more and more desperate. There was no wealthy friend
near to help them. No grand Prince stood ready to pay the bills, after
the fashion of the good Prince who helped the young Haydn on in his
studies. They had not a single rich friend in the world.

Camilla might get on very well through