udices of her aunt to influence her, would be to order
her life not by the law of that God whose Son was a workingman, but
after the whim and folly of an ill-educated old woman. A new spring of
life seemed to bubble up in Letty the moment Mary mentioned the matter;
and in serving she soon proved herself one after Mary's own heart.
Letty's day was henceforth without a care, and her rest was sweet to
her. Many customers were even more pleased with her than with Mary.
Before long, Mary, besides her salary, gave her a small share in the
business.

Mrs. Wardour carried her custom to the Turnbulls.

When the paint was dry which obliterated the old sign, people saw the
now one begin with an _M_., and the sign-writer went on until there
stood in full, _Mary Marston_. Mr. Brett hinted he would rather have
seen it without the Christian name; but Mary insisted she would do and
be nothing she would not hold just that name to; and on the sign her
own name, neither more nor less, should stand. She would have liked,
she said, to make it _William and Mary Marston_; for the business was
to go on exactly as her father had taught her; the spirit of her father
should never be out of the place; and if she failed, of which she had
no fear, she would fail trying to carry out his ideas-but people were
too dull to understand, and she therefore set the sign so in her heart
only.

Her old friends soon began to come about her again, and it was not many
weeks before she saw fit to go to London to add to her stock.

The evening of her return, as she and Letty sat over a late tea, a
silence fell, during which Letty had a brooding fit.

"I wonder how Cousin Godfrey is getting on?" she said at last, and
smiled sadly.

"How do you mean _getting on_?" asked Mary.

"I was wondering whether Miss Yolland and he--"

Mary started from her seat, white as the table-cloth.

"Letty!" she said, in a voice of utter dismay, "you don't mean that
woman is--is making friends with _him_?"

"I saw them together more than once, and they seemed--well, on very
good terms."

"Then it is all over with him!" cried Mary, in despair. "O Letty! what
_is_ to be done? Why didn't you tell me before? He'll be madly in love
with her by this time! They always are."

"But where's the harm, Mary? She's a very handsome lady, and of a good
family."

"We're all of good enough family," said Mary, a little petulantly. "But
that Miss Yolland--Letty--that Miss Yolland--she's a