"Mr. Dick," said Miss Trotwood, "your common sense is invaluable." Then she pulled David towards her, and said to Mr. Murdstone, "You can go when you like. I'll take my chance with the boy. If he's all you say he is I can at least do as much for him as you have done. But I don't believe a word of it." Some clothes were bought for him that same day and marked "Trotwood Copperfield," for his aunt wished to call him by her name. Now David felt his troubles were over, and he began quite a new life, well cared for and kindly treated. He was sent to a very nice school in Canterbury, where his aunt left him with these words, which David never forgot. "Trot, be a credit to yourself, to me, and Mr. Dick, and Heaven be with you. Never be mean in anything, never be false, never be cruel. Avoid these three vices, Trot, and I shall always be hopeful of you." David did his best to show his gratitude to his dear aunt by studying hard, and trying to be all she could wish. When you are older you can read how he grew up to be a good, clever man, and met again all his old friends, and made many new ones. JENNY WREN. One day, a great many years ago, a gentleman ran up the steps of a tall house in the neighborhood of St. Mary Axe. The gentleman knocked and rang several times before any one came, but at last an old man opened the door. "What were you up to that you did not hear me?" said Mr. Fledgeby irritably. "I was taking the air at the top of the house, sir," said the old man meekly, "it being a holiday. What might you please to want, sir?" "Humph! Holiday indeed," grumbled his master, who was a toy merchant amongst other things. He then seated himself and gave the old man--a Jew and Riah by name--directions about the dressing of some dolls, and, as he rose to go, exclaimed-- "By the bye, how _do_ you take the air? Do you stick your head out of a chimney-pot?" "No, sir, I have made a little garden on the roof." "Let's look at it," said Mr. Fledgeby. "Sir, I have company there," returned Riah hesitating, "but will you please come up and see them?" Mr. Fledgeby nodded, and the old man led the way up flight after flight of stairs, till they arrived at the house-top. Seated on a carpet, and leaning against a chimney-stack, were two girls bending over books. Some creepers were trained round the chimney-pots, and evergreens were placed round the roof, and a few more books, a basket of gaily colored scraps, and bits of tinsel, lay near. One of the girls rose on seeing that Riah had brought a visitor, but the other remarked, "I'm the person of the house downstairs, but I can't get up, whoever you are, because my back is bad, and my legs are queer."