But now a third something happened which brought with it hope, for it suggested a way of deliverance. Impelled by the same power that causes a murderer to haunt the scene of his violence, she left the house, and was unaware whither she was directing her steps until she found herself again passing the door of the banker’s house; there, in that same kitchen-window, on a level with the pavement, she espied, in large pen-drawn print, the production apparently of the cook or another of the servants, the announcement that a parlor-maid was wanted immediately. Again without waiting to think, and only afterwards waking up to the fact and meaning of what she had done, she turned, went back to the entry-door, and knocked. It was almost suddenly opened by the cook, and at once the storm of her misery was assuaged in a rising moon of hope, and the night became light about her. Ah, through what miseries are not even frail hopes our best and safest, our only _true_ guides indeed, into other and yet fairer hopes! “Did you want to see the mistress?” asked the jolly-faced cook, where she stood on the other side of the threshold; and, without waiting an answer, she turned and led the way to the parlor. Annie followed, as if across the foundation of the fallen wall of Jericho; and found, to her surprise, that Mrs. Macintosh, knowing her by sight, received her with condescension, and Annie, grateful for the good-humor which she took for kindness, told her simply that she had come to see whether she would accept her services as parlor-maid. Mrs. Macintosh seemed surprised at the proposal, and asked her the natural question whether she had ever occupied a similar situation. Annie answered she had not, but that at home, while her father was alive, she had done so much of the same sort that she believed she could speedily learn all that was necessary. “I thought someone told me,” said the lady, who was one of the greatest gossips in the town, “that you were one of the teachers in the High School?” “That is true,” answered Annie; “I was doing so upon probation; but I had not yet begun to receive any salary for it. I was only a sort of apprentice to the work, and under no engagement.” Mrs. Macintosh, after regarding Annie for some time, and taking silent observation of her modesty and good-breeding, said at last: “I like the look of you, Miss ----, Miss ----” “My name is Annie Melville.” “Well, Annie, I confess I do not indeed _see_ anything particularly unsuitable in you, but at the same time I cannot help fearing you may be--or, I should say rather, may imagine yourself--superior to what may be required of you.” “Oh, no, ma’am!” answered Annie; “I assure you I am too poor to think of any such thing! Indeed, I am so anxious to make money at once that, if you would consent to give me a trial, I should be ready to come to you this very evening.” “You will have no wages before the end of your six months.” “I understand, ma’am.”