it, for the freedom of her childhood gave to Polly that good gift, health, and every movement was full of the vigour, grace, and ease, which nothing else can so surely bestow. A happy soul in a healthy body is a rare sight in these days, when doctors flourish and everyone is ill, and this pleasant union was the charm which Polly possessed without knowing it.

“It does seem so good to have you here again,” said Maud, cuddling Polly’s cold hand, as she sat at her feet, when she was fairly established between Fanny and Mr. Shaw, while Tom leaned on the back of his mother’s chair, and enjoyed the prospect.

“How do you get on? When do you begin? Where is your nest? Now tell all about it,” began Fanny, who was full of curiosity about the new plan.

“I shall get on very well, I think, for I’ve got twelve scholars to begin with, all able to pay a good price, and I shall give my first lesson on Monday.”

“Don’t you dread it?” asked Fanny.

“Not much; why should I?” answere Polly, stoutly.

“Well, I don’t know; it’s a new thing, and must be a little bit hard at first,” stammered Fanny, not liking to say that working for one’s living seemed a dreadful hardship to her.

“It will be tiresome, of course, but I shall get used to it; I shall like the exercise, and the new people and places I must see will amuse me. Then the independence will be delightful, and if I can save a little to help Kitty along with, that will be best of all.”

Polly’s face shone as if the prospect was full of pleasure instead of work, and the hearty goodwill with which she undertook the new task seemed to dignify her humble hopes and plans, and make them interesting in the sight of others.

“Who have you got for pupils?” asked Mrs. Shaw, forgetting her nerves for a minute.

Polly named her list, and took a secret satisfaction in seeing the impression which certain names made upon her hearers.

“How in the world did you get the Davenports and the Greys, my dear?” said Mrs. Shaw, sitting erect in her surprise.

“Mrs. Davenport and mother are relations, you know.”

“You never told us that before!”

“The Davenports have been away some years, and I forgot all about them. But when I was making my plan, I knew I must have a good name or two to set me going, so I just wrote and asked Mrs. D. if she would help me. She came and saw us and was very kind, and has got these pupils for me, like a dear, good woman as she is.”

“Where did you learn so much worldly wisdom, Polly?” asked Mr. Shaw, as his wife fell back in her chair, and took out her salts, as if this discovery had been too much for her.

“I learnt it here, sit,” answered Polly, laughing. “I used to think patronage and things of that sort very disagreeable and not worth having, but I’ve got wiser, and to a certain extent I’m glad to use whatever advantages I have in my power, if they can be honestly got.”

“Why didn’t you let us help you in the beginning? We should have been very glad to, I’m sure,” put in Mrs. Shaw, who quite burned to be known as a joint patroness with Mrs. Davenport.