gave Mr. Maynard the
address.

Their supper being finished, and it being nearly nine o'clock, Barry
paid the bill out of his remaining seven shillings, and left his parcel
under the care of the waiter.

The draper's shop was just closing as they reached it; presently one by
one the employees came out and stood under the awning, gazing with
apprehension at the rain and soaking streets.

"Here is Miss Maynard, sir," said a young woman pleasantly to the old
gentleman, as a tall, slenderly built girl, closely wrapped up in a
serge overcoat, stepped out of the shop and looked eagerly up and down
the street. In another moment she was at her father's side, her sweet,
pale face smiling into his. Barry was standing a little distance away.

"Come, Rose, come. I've such a pleasant surprise for you, my child,"
he heard her father say, as with the girl on his arm he pushed through
the little crowd to where his companion was waiting. "Here she is, Mr.
Barry."

"Oh, I am so glad, so glad to see you again," was all she could say in
soft, trembling tones as his hand closed around hers, and simple as
were the words, they thrilled the man's heart.

"Glad indeed," echoed her father, "glad indeed, my child," and then his
next words sent a chill of misery through her; "but sad to say, we meet
but to part, and to part almost immediately, for he must leave us
before ten o'clock to go on board his ship, which sails on Monday. So
let us make haste home, Rose, so that we may at least bid him farewell
in a better place than the open street."

Their lodgings were but a few doors away, and in a few minutes all
three were seated in the dingy little combined dining and sitting-room,
which, with two bedrooms, formed their "furnished apartments." There
was, however, a bright wood fire burning in the grate, and this gave
the place an aspect of cheerfulness. The table was laid for supper,
and Mr. Maynard, whose thin little face was flushed with excitement,
after divesting his daughter of her cloak, placed a kettle on the fire.
Then he turned to her with an expression of dismay.

"Dear, dear me, Rose. I have quite forgotten to buy the coffee. And
to-morrow will be Sunday. How very thoughtless of me!"

Seizing his hat and umbrella, he bustled off.

"Poor father is quite excited, Mr. Barry," said Rose with a faint
smile, "but he won't be more than ten minutes. He is housekeeper now.
. . . I suppose you know all that has happened to us