ke laughter
than tears, which were heard to issue from the lips of that naughty
boy, Tommy, a strict search of his person was instituted, and in
consequence he was that very night locked up in jail.

Oh, if only poor little Daisy, tossing on her hot and feverish pillow,
could have known!

CHAPTER XLV.

THE PRINCE TO THE RESCUE.

Hannah was doing well in her little shop at Teckford. She had always
been a most saving body, and although Mrs. Mainwaring had never been
able to pay her high wages, she had managed to put the greater portion
of what she received away. Hannah was one of those fortunate
individuals on whom even a shabby dress will look neat. Her boots
lasted twice as long as any one else's, her caps retained their starch
and their whiteness long after another servant's would have had to be
resigned to a fresh cleaning process. Hannah therefore required little
or no money to spend on dress, and in consequence, when the Mainwaring
girls went away, she had a little nest-egg laid by to stock a shop.
She found a suitable little house at Teckford, laid in her little
store of provisions with care, for she argued wisely that however poor
people were they required food, and was living very comfortably on the
proceeds of her sales. Hannah, as a rule, had a smooth and unruffled
brow; she was a careful woman, but not a troubled one. At the present
moment, however it could scarcely be said of this good soul that she
was without cares. The neighbors who came in to buy their bacon, and
fresh eggs, and candles, and tea, remarked that Hannah had no longer a
cheery word and a pleasant smile to give them, and the children, when
they tumbled out their halfpennies and asked for "a little piece of
taffy, please, ma'am," noticed that Hannah's eyes had red rims round
them, and they wondered if she was naughty, and that was why she
cried.

Yes, poor Hannah had a troubled heart during those early summer days,
for Daisy lay so weak and languid, and indifferent to all external
things, on her tiny little bed, never giving Hannah any information as
to why she had wandered alone to Rosebury, never saying anything about
the weight of sorrow which rested on her little heart, only now and
then moaning out that she must get up and go to Mrs. Ellsworthy, and
now and then feebly saying that she wished so very much that the
Prince was there.

Hannah knew all about Mrs. Ellsworthy, and how she had taken the girls
up, and tried to help