But the boy noticed that Sophie did not seem as much excited as he had anticipated. She sat with her head resting in her hands. And when the others had left the room--“Oh, Samuel,” she said. “I feel so badly to-day! I don't see how I'm going to go on.” “Listen, Sophie,” he said quickly. “That's one of the first things I thought about--I can give you a chance now.” “How do you mean?” “I can get Dr. Vince to help you find some better work.” “Did he say he would?” asked the child. “No,” was the reply--“but he is so good to everyone. And all the rich people go to his church, you know. He said he wanted me to help him; so I shall find out things like that for him to do.” And Samuel went on, pouring out his praises of the kind and gentle clergyman, and striving to interest Sophie by his pictures of the new world that was to open before her. “I'm going to see him again to-morrow,” he said. “Then you'll see.” “Samuel,” announced the doctor when he called the next morning, “I have found a chance for you.” And Samuel's heart gave a great leap of joy. It appeared that the sexton of St. Matthew's was growing old. They did not wish to change, but there must be some one to help him. The pay would not be high; but he would have a chance to work in the church, and to be near his benefactor. The tears of gratitude started into his eyes as he heard this wonderful piece of news. “I'll see more of Miss Gladys!” the voice within him was whispering eagerly. “Doctor,” he said after a pause, “I've some good news for you also.” “What is it?” asked the other. “It's a chance for you to help some one.” “Oh!” said the doctor. “It's little Sophie Stedman,” said Samuel; and he went on to tell how he had met the widow, and about her long struggle with starvation, and then of Sophie's experiences in the cotton mill. “But what do you want me to do?” asked the other, with a troubled look. “Why,” said Samuel, “we must save her. We must find her some work that will not kill her.” “But, Samuel!” protested the other. “There are so many in her position--and how can I help it?” “But, doctor! She can't stand it!” “I know, my boy. It is a terrible thing to think of. Still, I can't undertake to find work for everyone.” “But she will die!” cried the boy. “Truly, it is killing her! And, doctor, she has never had a chance in all her life! Only think--how would you feel if Ethel had to work in a cotton mill?” There was a pause. “I honestly can't see--” began the bewildered clergyman. “It will be quite easy for you to help her,” put in the boy; “because, you see, Mr. Wygant belongs to your church!” “But what has that to do with it?” “Why--it's Mr. Wygant's mill that she works in.” “Yes,” said the doctor. “But--I---” “Surely,” exclaimed Samuel, “you don't mean that he wouldn't want to know about it!” “Ahem!” said the other; and again there was a pause.