It required but a short time to select from such stores a sufficient outfit for the child. Having ordered her purchases to be sent to her address, Roma took Owlet to the Children’s Hospital, to see Titus Blair. The lad was quite overjoyed to see so soon again the lady who had promised to take him to the seaside, and with her the little playmate whom he had known at the Wesleyan Flats. “She used to ride up and down in the elevator with me a great many times a day, ma’am. It was almost the onliest amoosement she had, afore yo’ took her in han’, poor little thing!” Titus explained, looking fondly at the child. “I know,” said Miss Fronde. Owlet seated herself beside the invalid boy, and said: “Titus, I have got such lots and lots and lots to tell you! Not such stories like Cinderella, because them’s all lies, you know; but real, awful ’ventures with a wicked man, who was not possessed of a grain of common sense, and stole children away and made them go dead! Yes, and about horrid old women who smell enough to knock you down, and tell you such lies! Oh! I’ve got lots of ’ventures to tell you, Titus.” The boy stared first at the child and then at the lady. “Yes, Titus,” she said, “little Catherine was stolen from Goblin Hall, but you see we have got her back, safe and well. Now do not let us talk about it any more to-day. It is not good for either of you. The doctor says you can go to the seaside any time with me now.” “Oh! can I, ma’am? Oh! won’t that be just glorious!” “I hope it will do you good. I expect to leave on next Saturday. Have you clothes enough, my boy? Or have you lost them during your illness?” “I have some underclo’es here, ma’am, an’ this suit wot I’m a-wearin’ ob now; an’ I’ve got a Sunday suit in my ole garret loft at the Vesleyan, ma’am,” said the boy, with some pride in his poor wardrobe. “Yes, I know you had very nice clothes when you ran the elevator. You were always very neat.” “Had to be, ma’am, an’ it took ’mos’ all my wages fo’ to keep me so; but ef I hadn’t been I’d ’a’ lost my place, sure as a gun.” “Have you any money left, my boy?” “Just a dollar ’n eighty cents, ma’am, an’ I’m thinkin’ as I ought to pay that to the hospital, ma’am. It aine much to offer ’em fo’ all dey don’ fo’ me, but it’s ev’ry cen’ I have, an’ I think I ought ter offer it ter ’em. What do yo’ think, ma’am?” “I think you are quite right, and you might offer it to the hospital,” said Miss Fronde, who was much too wise to discourage a boy in his impulse of justice or generosity, from any mistaken kindness to him. “Mrs. Brown has got it keepin’ fo’ me. Will yo’ please ask her to send it ter me, so I kin give it ter ’em?” “Certainly; and I will send it over by Tom this afternoon,” Roma replied. Then, wishing to test the boy further, she inquired: “If you pay all your savings away, Titus, what will you do when you get well?” “Go to work, ma’am. An’ I should do that anyways, whether I had any tin or no,” promptly replied the lad.