fort, and we will keep 'pegging away' until we get
something done. And, one word more, Mrs. Mitchell; do not bring Juliet
up to the slop-work trade. Get her a situation. When your husband is
strong again and goes to work, then set the girl up with some decent
clothes, and we will find her a little place."

"She wants a little place," said Mrs. Mitchell; "but there's no place
hereabouts. Our clergyman says he has nine thousand people in his
parish, all so poor that his own house is the only one where there is
a servant kept."

"You don't say so!" cried Mrs. Rowles, unable to keep longer silence.
"Why, with us there are laundresses that keep servants! and many
little places for girls--minding babies and such like."

"Ah, in the country," said Miss Sutton; "I daresay. Oh, this dreadful,
ravenous London; it eats up men, women, and children! Well, I must go
on to another house. Good-bye, good-bye."

As the lady went away Mrs. Rowles asked, "Where does she come from?"

"She lives in a street near Hyde Park. She and many other ladies, and
gentlemen too, have districts in the East-end, because there are no
ladies and gentlemen here who could be district visitors; there are
only poor people here."

Emma Rowles thought deeply for a few minutes, while Mary Mitchell
stitched away.

Thomas Mitchell had raised himself up, and was saying, "I shall soon
be much better. I feel I am going to be strong again. Emma Rowles has
given me quite a turn."

"Don't say that, Tom; it is rude," whispered his wife.

"I mean a turn for the better, a turn for the better."

"I wish, oh, I wish," Mrs. Rowles burst out, "how I wish I could turn
you all out into the country! Fresh air, fresh water, room to move
about! Where the rain makes the trees clean, instead of making the
streets dirty, like it does here. Though we have mud up to your eyes
in the country too; but then it is sweet, wholesome mud. Ah! what is
that?"

A noise of confused voices rose from the street, and Mrs. Mitchell ran
to the window. But these attics were not the whole size of the house,
and the window was set so far back that she could not see the pavement
on her own side of the street.

"It is that Juliet again, I'll be bound! There never was such a girl
for getting into scrapes! She seems to have no heart, no spirit, for
doing better."

With a hopeless sigh Mrs. Mitchell went back to the mantle.

Her sister could not take things so easily. She was not used to the