cap, and
taking off her apron.

"I don't know, I'm sure," said Mr. Mudge, unsuspiciously.

"I declare! I look like a fright."

"No worse than usual," said her husband, gallantly.

By this time Paul had knocked.

"Good-morning, sir," said Mrs. Mudge, deferentially, her respect excited
by Paul's dress and handsome chaise.

"Is Mrs. Lee in?" inquired Paul, not caring to declare himself, yet, to
his old enemy.

"Yes," said Mrs. Mudge, obsequiously, though not overpleased to find
that this was Aunt Lucy's visitor; "would you like to see her?"

"If you please."

"What can he want of the old lady?" thought Mrs. Mudge, as she went to
summon her.

"A visitor for me?" asked Aunt Lucy, looking at Mrs. Mudge somewhat
suspiciously.

"Yes; and as he's come in a carriage, you'd better slick up a little;
put on a clean cap or something."

Aunt Lucy was soon ready.

She looked wonderingly at Paul, not recognizing him.

"You are not very good at remembering your old friends," said Paul, with
a smile.

"What!" exclaimed Aunt Lucy, her face lighting up with joy; "are you
little Paul?"

"Not very little, now," said our hero, laughing; "but I'm the same Paul
you used to know."

Mrs. Mudge, who through the half open door had heard this revelation,
was overwhelmed with astonishment and confusion. She hurried to her
husband.

"Wonders will never cease!" she exclaimed, holding up both hands. "If
that doesn't turn out to be Paul Prescott. Of course he's up in the
world, or he wouldn't dress so well, and ride in such a handsome
carriage."

"You don't say so!" returned Mr. Mudge, who looked as if he had heard of
a heavy misfortune.

"Yes, I do; I heard him say so with his own lips. It's a pity you showed
that paragraph to Aunt Lucy, this morning."

"That you showed, you mean," retorted her husband.

"No, I don't. You know it was you that did it."

"Hush; they'll hear."

Meanwhile the two friends were conversing together happily.

"I'm so glad you're doing so well, Paul," said Aunt Lucy. "It was a
lucky day when you left the Poorhouse behind you."

"Yes, Aunt Lucy, and to-day is a lucky day for you. There's room for two
in that chaise, and I'm going to take you away with me."

"I should enjoy a ride, Paul. It's a long time since I have taken one."

"You don't understand me. You're going away not to return."

The old lady smiled sadly.

"No, no, Paul. I can't consent to become a burden upon your generosity.