hile Minnie and Louise, terrified at the
broken dishes, ran off up chamber, to hide under the bed.

Minnie's mother had not gone out, as she supposed, and was the first to
find Betsey, whose face was badly cut with the broken dishes, and who
was taken up quite senseless.

The doctor came and bandaged Betsey's head, and said she might die.
Their mother nursed her through a brain fever, and in her delirium,
Betsey raved about her husband, and told, in fragments, all that her
poor heart had suffered.

Minnie's mother, without saying a word to her little girls about their
naughtiness, led them into the room and let them hear poor Betsey call
for "Tom--dear Tom," to come and "pity and love her, and take the dull,
weary pain out of her heart." And then they wept, and wanted to do
something for Betsey, if it were only to bring her a glass of water to
moisten her lips. After a long time, when their kind mother got nearly
worn out with watching and nursing, Betsey got better. When she had
quite recovered, their mother took her for a sempstress, and gave her a
nice little comfortable room up stairs, with a fire in it, all to
herself; and Minnie and Louise used to sit and read to her, and tell
her over and over again, with their arms around her neck, how sorry
they were they had been so wicked, and gave her nice books to read
evenings, and tried to make poor Betsey's lonely life as happy as ever
they could.

LETTY.

Did you ever hear of an Intelligence Office? Well, it's a place where
servant girls go, to hear of families who wish to hire help. They pay
the man who keeps the office something, and then he finds a place where
they can work and earn money.

In one of these offices, one pleasant summer morning, twenty or more
servant girls were seated,--some of them modest looking and tidily
dressed, others bold and slatternly.

Wedged among them, in a dark corner, was a little girl about thirteen
years old. Her face was pale, and her features, which were small and
delicate, were half hidden by her thick, black hair. Her little hands
were small and white, and from under her dress (which had evidently
been made for some one else, as it was much too long and too wide for
her) peeped as cunning a little pair of feet as you ever saw.

Little Letty--for that was her name--looked frightened and distressed.
She had never been in such a place before, and it made her cheeks very
hot to have those rude girls stare at her so. T