Taking her money one day, she paid a visit to Temple Street. Michael opened the door and received her with a smile. Knowing she was in favor with his mistress, he conducted her to the sitting-room, where the portraits hung. Those roguish eyes of the lady, who somewhat resembled her mother, were fixed on her again. She was sure that her mother did not look like that picture then, but she was equally sure that she had, some time or other cast just such a glance at her. The expression of the lady found something like its counterpart in her memory. Now, her mother was sick and sad; she seldom smiled. But some time she must have been a young girl, and then she must have looked like that portrait. She felt just like asking Mrs. Gordon if that was her portrait, but she did not dare to do such a thing. While she was attentively watching the roguish lady's face, her kind friend entered the room, followed by Grace. "How do you do, Katy?" said the former, with a benevolent smile. "Quite well, I thank you, ma'am. I hope you will excuse me for coming again," replied she. "I am very glad you have come." "I was thinking of you the other day, and wishing I might see you," added Grace, "for the Mayor told us a very pretty story about you." "He was very good to me; and I never shall forget him or you," answered Katy, warmly. "I suppose you have come to get another receipt; but I told Dr. Flynch not to disturb you," said Mrs. Gordon. "O, no ma'am--I didn't come for that. You were too kind to me before, and I have come now to pay you for that month's rent." "Indeed?" "Yes, ma'am; we have been able to earn money enough, and I am very glad that I can pay it," replied Katy, taking the four dollars from her pocket. "Here it is." "No, my child; you shall keep it. I will not take it." Katy's cheeks flushed, for she did not feel poor and proud then. She felt rich; that is she was proud of being able to pay all she owed, and she did not like to be thought capable of accepting a gift--of being the recipient of charity. But she knew the hearts of her kind friends, and left unspoken the words of indignation that trembled on her tongue. "Please to take the money, ma'am," said she her cheeks still red with shame. "No, my child; you are a good girl; I will not take your money." "I shall feel very bad if you don't, and it will make my mother very unhappy." "Nay, Katy, you must not be too proud." "I am not too proud to ask or to accept a favor, but please don't make me feel like a beggar." "You are a very strange child," said Mrs. Gordon. "Indeed you are," added Grace "I shall not feel right if you don't take this money. You know I promised to pay you at the time you gave me the receipt." "I did not suppose you would, that is, I did not think you would be able to pay it. Your mother has got well, then?" "No, ma'am; she is better, but she does not sit up any yet." "Then how did you get this money?" "I earned it." "You!" "Yes, ma'am; selling candy."