uaintance with business, and had thought of
setting her up, himself, in a small way: he should be happy to aid in
the good work. But Mr. Roscoe insisted that the debt was all his own,
and that no one should share with him the privilege of helping her; and,
accordingly, this plan was determined upon as combining the most
efficient assistance to the widow, with a regard to her self-respect.

In the evening, after the excitement produced by the unexpected turn in
the fortunes of little Maggie and of her generous protectors had
somewhat subsided, our happy party drew up to the fire, which crackled
and blazed as if conscious of the animation it imparted to the group
around it.

"What game shall we play to-night?" said Cornelia, who possessed such an
active mind as to think it stupid and "poking," unless some visible fun
was in progress. She never could think the fire was burning, unless the
sparks flew right and left.

"What do you say to 'Who can he be?" asked Mary. "'Tis a game, partly of
my own invention, that I think may prove entertaining. I've seen a set
of historical cards, in which a description is read of a general, king,
or other illustrious character; and any one having the card on which
the corresponding name is printed, calls it out, and gains the other
one. But if a beautiful Queen of Egypt, who lived a short time before
the Christian era, is portrayed, it's quite as well for boys who own a
Moses or a Mary of Scotland, not to be in too great a hurry to speak."

"We wouldn't be such dunces, I hope," cried Harry. "But, Cousin Mary,
what's your improvement? I don't see any cards here at all."

"Oh no: I think when people have brains, they can play much better
without them. My plan is, for a person to describe the individual,
naming the country and age in which he lived, what gained him
distinction, and every thing else that is interesting; and then any one
of the circle can guess who the hero is, having the privilege of asking
one question previously. If the conjecture be correct, the guesser
describes another character, and so the game proceeds. Or, if you prefer
it, you can narrate one well-known anecdote of your hero, and then three
questions are allowed previous to a guess. I call it 'Who can he be?'"

"I think I shall like it," said Ellen. "If you please, I'll begin. Once
there lived a Roman Emperor--he was a nephew, like Louis Napoleon and
Cousin John. We often say people lived in the year one: he certa