silver piece into her brother's hand, 'you would never call her
unfeeling.'

'Did you tease her for it?'

'No, I didn't ask her again, for I did feel a little vexed--yes, a good
deal so, at first, but, Harry, I don't feel vexed now, I am sorry for
her. There was a tear in her eye, I am pretty sure, though she was
ashamed to have me see it, and her lips quivered, and she looked--oh, so
sad, when she told me her mother was dead; I wish you could have seen
her, Harry.'

'I would rather not see her again, for I can't bear proud people--'
Effie was about interrupting her brother in defence of the little
stranger girl, but at that moment a new object attracted their
attention. It was a fine sleigh drawn by a pair of beautiful gray
horses, that, with proudly arched neck and flowing mane, stepped
daintily, as if perfectly aware of the fact that they were gentlemen's
horses, and carried as fashionable a load as New York afforded. A little
girl leaned quite over the side of the sleigh, and smiled and nodded to
Effie, then waving her handkerchief, to attract still more attention,
dropped something upon the ground. It was the child they had seen at the
toy-shop. Harry flew to pick up the offering, and gave it to his sister.

'Now, what do you think of her?' inquired Effie, as her eye lighted on
the self-same purse she had seen but a little while before; 'I knew she
must be kind-hearted--did you ever see anything so generous? Here is
ever so much money, and all for the poor woman and her sick baby--why
don't you speak, Harry?'

'Because--I--'

'You don't think she is selfish now, I hope?'

'I don't think anything about it, Effie, because I don't know. If she
gave her own money she is generous, but if she begged it of somebody
else to give--'

'If she begged it of somebody else, it was generous in her to give it to
this poor woman, instead of putting it to some other use.'

'Well, Effie, the money will certainly do the poor woman a great deal of
good, and I rather think the little girl feels better for giving, so I
am sure we ought to be glad.'

'I wish I could find out her name,' said Effie, 'perhaps it is on the
purse.' Harry drew the silken purse from his pocket, and after examining
it closely, found engraved on one of the rings the name of 'ROSA
LYNMORE.'

In the evening the children related the events of the day to their
mother, and found her approbation a sufficient reward for all their
self-denial. The conduct