"I suppose I shall have to pay it," he said, regretfully. He drew out his purse and took out a nickel. "I'll take an orange," he said. "Is it for yourself?" asked a gentle voice. Rupert turned, and saw a tiny woman, not over five feet in height, with a pleasant, kindly face. "No," he said, "it is for my sister." "Is your sister sick?" "Yes. She has taken a fancy to an orange, and I want her to have one, but--it is extravagant for one in my circumstances to pay a nickel for one." "Would you mind," said the little woman, hesitatingly, "would you mind if I sent an orange to your sister?" Rupert hesitated. He was proud, but not foolishly so, and he saw that the offer was meant in kindness. "I should say it was very kind in you," he said, candidly. The little woman nodded contentedly, and spoke a low word to the Italian. He selected four oranges and put them in a paper bag. "But that is too many," expostulated Rupert. "No," answered the little woman, with a smile. "Keep the rest for to-morrow," and before Rupert had a chance to thank her she had paid Nicolo and was hurrying down the street. The spontaneous kindness of the little woman, who was a perfect stranger, helped to cheer Rupert. He felt that there were some kind people in the world, and his trust in Providence was increased. He went to a baker's, near by, and purchased a ten-cent loaf of bread. Then he made his way back to his humble home in Elizabeth Street. As he entered the room, the sick girl looked up eagerly. Rupert emptied the oranges on the table, and her face brightened as she saw the yellow fruit which she craved. "Rupert, I am afraid you were extravagant," said his mother. "These oranges must have cost five cents each." "Yes, they did." "We cannot afford such a large purchase in our circumstances." "They cost me nothing, mother. They are a present to Grace from a lady who met me at the stand." "She must have a kind heart. Do you know who she was?" "No, I never saw her before." "The world is not all unkind. Grace, I will prepare an orange for you. I hope you will relish it." The sick girl enjoyed the fruit, and after eating it lay back content. "May I have another in the morning?" she asked. "Yes, my child." So the evening passed not wholly unhappily, but still Rupert could not help thinking of the next week, when he would be out of a position. CHAPTER II. OUT OF WORK. On Saturday Rupert received his last week's wages at the store. "I am awfully sorry you are going, Rupert," said Harry Bacon. "It is a shame you are discharged." "No, it is not a shame. It is only because business is dull that I have to go. I can't blame the firm." Rupert ascended the stairway at his humble home in Elizabeth Street with a slow step. He felt that he could no longer conceal his discharge from his mother, and he knew what a blow it would be to her. So as he handed the money to Mrs. Rollins he said: "I have bad news for you, mother. I am discharged."