little trouble she could be made
to look tidy."

Miss Grant was not at all rich, but when a lady is resolved to do a
kindness, she always finds out a way. She knew that Hitty had no dress
suitable to wear to school. She opened her purse after she had reached
home, and taking out some money she had laid by to purchase a new book,
she walked to the store, and bought some calico to make a child's dress.

On her way back she called at Mrs. Moran's, and told her Hitty might
come to her school every afternoon if her mother could not spare her in
the morning, and that if her mother would try to send her, she would
provide a new gown.

Mrs. Moran was very grateful for this kindness, and promised to get
along without Hitty whenever she could. In three days, the little girl
called for her teacher, her face and hands so bright, and clean, and
rosy, that you would scarcely know her. The dress fitted charmingly, and
the grateful smile and look of delight with which, she regarded herself
when Miss Grant tied on a neat apron with pockets in it, quite repaid
the lady for all her expense and trouble.

Most of the scholars were kind to Hitty, and willingly lent her a slate,
pencil, or book, when their teacher requested it. But one little girl,
whose name I am sorry to say was Nelly, did not like to play with Hitty,
because she lived in such a poor house.

She was ashamed to refuse when her teacher asked her to show the new
scholar how to make the figures on her slate; but she had a pout on her
lips, which Miss Grant had never seen there before, and her voice did
not sound sweet and kind.

When the lady saw these marks of pride in her beloved pupil, it made her
heart ache. She had been so full of love to the poor, ignorant child,
and so anxious to do her good, that she could not bear the thought of
any one in her school treating Hitty unkindly. For a moment she gazed
sorrowfully in Nelly's flushed face, saw her move away from her new
schoolmate as far on the seat as she could, and then she called, "Hitty,
come and sit by me."

Presently Frankie raised his little fat hand, and when she nodded to him
that he had permission to speak, he asked, "May the new girl see me
make pictures on the blackboard?"

"Yes, darling," answered the lady, rising and patting him on his curly
head. "Perhaps you can teach her to make a picture too."

"See, Hitty," said Frankie; "this is the way to do it;" and the dear boy
stood very erect and proud of