[Illustration: "They have done everything for me; now I want to do something for them. Can you help me?"] "You are a brave child!" the violin-master cried; "and God has given you the rarest of all good gifts--a grateful heart. I think I can help you; I think so. Only this morning I had a letter from a friend who is arranging a concert tour; he has first-rate _artistes_, and he wants a lady violinist." "Me!" cried Sarah excitedly. "But," said the maestro, raising his hand, "he does not give much money." "But it would be a beginning," she broke in. "He gives six pounds a week." "I’ll go!" Sarah cried. "Then we will go and see him at once; I have an hour to spare," said the Italian kindly. Well, before that hour was ended, Sarah had engaged herself to go on a twelve weeks’ tour, at a salary of six pounds a week and her travelling expenses; and before ten days more had gone over her head, she had set off on her travels in search of fame and fortune. Flossie’s remarks were very pious. "I’m sure, Sarah," she said, setting her rich folds of crape and silk straight, "I am heartily glad to find that you have so much good feeling as to wish to relieve poor Ma of the expense of keeping you. How much happier you will be to feel you are no longer a burden on anybody! There’s nothing like independence. I’m sure every time I think of poor Ma, I say to myself, ’Thank Heaven, _I’m_ no burden upon her!" "That must be a great comfort to you, I’m sure, Flossie," said Sarah gravely. "Yes; I often tell Mr. Jones so. And what salary are you going to have, Sarah?" "Enough to help my aunt a little," replied Sarah coldly. "Well, really, I can’t see why you need be so close about it," Flossie observed, "nor why you should want to help Ma. I’m sure she’ll have enough to live very comfortably, only, of course, she must be content to live a little less extravagantly than she did before. I do believe," she added, with a superb air, "in people being content and happy with what they have; it’s so much more sensible than always pining after what they haven’t got. By the bye, Sarah, we are going to have a dinner-party to-morrow night; I couldn’t ask Ma because of her mourning, but if you like to come in in the evening, and bring your violin, we shall be very pleased, I’m sure." "If you like to ask me as a professional, and pay my fee," began Sarah mischievously. "Pay your fee! Well, I never! To your own cousin, and when you owe us so much!" Flossie exclaimed. "I don’t think I owe _you_ anything, Flossie, not even civility or kindness," said Sarah coldly; but Mrs. Jones had flounced away in a huff. "Such impudence!" as she said to her husband afterwards. Well, Sarah went off on her tour, and won a fair amount of success--enough to make her manager anxious to secure her for the following winter on the same terms. But Sarah had promised Signor Capri to do nothing without his knowledge, and he wrote back, "Wait! Before next winter you may be famous."