“Yes,” said Paul, “it is the one you bought yesterday. I think it is very handsome.” “I am glad you think so. I think I told you that I intended it for a present. I have had the new owner's name engraved upon it.” Paul read the name upon the plate provided for the purpose. His face flushed with surprise and pleasure. That name was his own. “Do you really mean it for me,” he asked. “If you will accept it,” said Mrs. Danforth, smiling. “I shall value it very much,” said Paul, gratefully. “And I feel very much indebted to your kindness.” “We won't talk of indebtedness, for you remember mine is much the greater. If you will open the desk you will find that it is furnished with what will, I hope, prove of use to you.” The desk being opened, proved to contain a liberal supply of stationery, sealing wax, postage stamps, and pens. Paul was delighted with his new present, and Mrs. Danforth seemed to enjoy the evident gratification with which it inspired him. “Now,” said she, “tell me a little about yourself. Have you always lived in New York?” “Only about three years,” said Paul. “And where did you live before?” “At Wrenville, in Connecticut.” “I have heard of the place. A small country town, is it not?” Paul answered in the affirmative. “How did you happen to leave Wrenville, and come to New York?” Paul blushed, and hesitated a moment. “I ran away,” he said at length, determined to keep nothing back. “Ran away! Not from home, I hope.” “I had no home,” said Paul, soberly. “I should never have left there, if my father had not died. Then I was thrown upon the world. I was sent to the Poorhouse. I did not want to go, for I thought I could support myself.” “That is a very honorable feeling. I suppose you did not fare very well at the Poorhouse.” In reply, Paul detailed some of the grievances to which he had been subjected. Mrs. Danforth listened with sympathizing attention. “You were entirely justified in running away,” she said, as he concluded. “I can hardly imagine so great a lack of humanity as these people showed. You are now, I hope, pleasantly situated?” “Yes,” said Paul, “Mr. and Mrs. Cameron treat me with as great kindness as if I were their own child.” “Cameron! Is not that the name of the sexton of our church?” said Mrs. Danforth, meditatively. “It is with him that I have a pleasant home.” “Indeed, I am glad to hear it. You have been attending school, I suppose.” “Yes, it is not more than two months since I left off school.” “And now I suppose you are thinking of entering upon some business.” “Yes; I have been trying to obtain a place in some merchant's counting-room.” “You think, then, that you would like the career of a merchant?” “There is nothing that would suit me better.” “You have not succeeded in obtaining a place yet, I suppose?” “No. They are very difficult to get, and I have no influential friends to assist me.”