divided, and the portion which belonged to
Margaret was held in trust for seven years--when the law presumed she
was dead--and was then delivered to her sister, who was the only
remaining heir. Now that she had appeared, it was promptly paid over to
her, and Mrs. Redburn, before poor and proud, was now rich, and
humility never sat more gracefully on the brow of woman than on hers.

Katy and her mother had entered upon a new life, and in the midst of
luxury and splendor, they could not forget the past nor cease to thank
God for His past and present mercies. Mrs. Gordon used to declare it
was strange she had never thought that Mrs. Redburn might be her
sister; but it was declared that stranger things than that had happened.

Katy continued to go to school with great regularity, and became an
excellent scholar. She was beloved by all her companions and Grace, who
was married shortly after Katy entered the family, always regarded her
with the affection of a sister, insisting that she should spend half
the time at her house. Mrs. Redburn was soon completely restored to
health. She had a fortune to manage now, and when Dr. Flynch proposed
to collect her rents and take charge of her affairs, she respectfully
declined the offer. Mrs. Gordon did not like him as well as formerly,
for her sister had opened her eyes in regard to his true character, and
she soon found an opportunity to discharge him.

Having carried Katy through her principal troubles and chronicled the
rise and fall of the candy trade we shall step forward ten years to
take a final look at her and her friends, and then bid them farewell.

CHAPTER XXI.

KATY GOES TO CHURCH, AND HAS A BIRTHDAY PARTY.

Ten years is a long time--long enough to change the child into a woman,
the little candy merchant into a fine lady. I suppose, therefore, that
my young friends will need to be introduced to Miss Redburn. There she
sits in the pleasant apartment in Temple Street, where the picture of
the mischievous girl still hangs, though it looks very little like the
matron at her side, for whom it was taken. She is not beautiful enough
to be the heroine of a romance, neither has she done any absurd thing;
she has only supported her mother when she had no one else to care for
her. But Katy is irresistible if she is not pretty. She still looks as
pleasant as a morning in June, and smiles sweetly when any one speaks
to her and when she speaks to any one.

I am sorry I cannot