walked with him hand in hand, and whom he had called Margery? “Guess now what is her name and who she is?” Queenie said, holding his face between her hands, and looking straight into his eyes. “Margery is the name,” he said, and his voice trembled a little. “But who is she?” And then the story came out of the little girl who lived all day with the cat on the top floor of a tenement house, in Rue St. Honore, and who wanted so badly to go to school, but could not because her mother was poor and had no money to send her. “But you have,” Queenie continued; “you have more than you know what to do with, people say, and I want you to give me some for her, because I like her—I don’t know why exactly, only I do, and did the first minute I saw her. I felt as if I wanted to hug her hard—as if she belonged to me; and you’ll do it, papa, I know you will! You’ll send little Margery La Rue to the same school with me.” Mr. Hetherton did not reply to this, but asked numerous questions concerning his daughter’s acquaintance with Margery La Rue, whose mother was a hair-dresser, and expressed his displeasure with Celine for having taken her to such places. “You are never to go there again, under any circumstances,” he said, and Reinette replied, promptly: “Yes, I shall. I’ll run away every day and go there, and to worse places, too. I will go the _Jardin_, if you don’t give me the money for Margery, but if you do I will promise never to go there again—only Celine shall go for her to ride with me. I am bound to do that!” And so she gained her point, and the next day Celine was sent to Lisette to make inquiries concerning Mrs. La Rue. As these proved satisfactory, arrangements were made with the principal of the English school to receive little Margery as a day pupil at half pay, in consideration of her performing some menial service in the school-room by way of dusting the desks and putting the books in order after school was over. Queenie was delighted, and from the day when Margery became a pupil in the English school, she was her avowed champion, and stood by her always, and fought for her sometimes when a few of the French girls sneered at her position as duster of their books. Naturally quick to learn, and easier to retain than Queenie, as Margery always called her, she soon outstripped her in all their studies, and was of great service in helping her to master her lessons, and acquit herself with a tolerable degree of credit.