"You must know, my dear," said Miss Wilmot, "that I am a rich woman, and own considerable more than my share of worldly goods. Among other items of property, I own a French flat house on West Twenty-fifth street. It isn't one of the costly flats, but is intended for people with moderate incomes. I learned yesterday that one of the flats was just vacated. The family occupying it is about to move to the West, and desired me, as a matter of convenience to them, to purchase their furniture, and let it furnished. I intended to decline, but now I shall accept, having found a tenant that suits me." "Who is it?" asked Rose, not quite understanding her own connection with the matter. "Her name is Rose Beaufort," said Miss Wilmot, smiling. "But, Miss Wilmot, I am afraid it will be beyond my means. What rent shall you ask?" "I don't think thirty dollars a month will be too much, considering that there are five well-furnished rooms. There is even a piano." "Thirty dollars a month!" exclaimed Rose, in dismay. "Why, that will be more than all of us together can earn. Mrs. Flanagan only asks us two dollars a week, and that we've hardly been able to meet." "I think that can be made easy for you," said the spinster. "I shall let you pay in work." "But I couldn't do enough to pay the rent alone." "Not at making vests at thirty-five cents apiece, I admit. My work will be better paid for. I shall want some writing done, account-books straightened, and--by the way, do you play on the piano?" "Oh, yes, madam." "Well?" "I believe I have a taste for it." "Do you consider yourself competent to teach the piano?" "Yes, I think so." "Why, then, did you not seek pupils, instead of trying to make a living by sewing?" "So I did, but I had no one to recommend me, and I could not afford to advertise." "Do you also play, my dear?" asked Miss Wilmot, turning to Adeline. "But very little," answered the young girl, humbly. "Addie draws and paints," said Rose. "I have no talent for either." "Why, that is well. I may be able to obtain pupils for her, too. However, we can wait and see." "Miss Wilmot," said Rose, gratefully, "you came to us like a good angel. I was almost despairing when I met you. Now, I am full of courage." "Never despair!" said Miss Wilmot, kindly. "The sun is often behind the clouds. But I must be going. You will hear from me in a day or two." The good spinster rose as she spoke, and going out of the humble room, descended the dirty staircase, leaving behind her joy where she had found sorrow. "It seems almost too good to be true, Rose," said Addie. "So it does, Addie." "A nice furnished flat and a piano! I shall not believe it until I see it." "We can rely upon whatever Miss Wilmot promises. Has she not paid our rent, and given us ten dollars besides?" "How glad Harry will be when he hears it!" "Yes, poor boy. It hasn't been a very pleasant home for him. Do you know, Addie, I feel inclined to be extravagant?" "In what way, Rose?"