u to put that pocket
handkerchief in here?"

It was the handkerchief with the corner torn off which Gwendolen had
thrust in with the turquoise necklace.

"It happened to be with the necklace--I was in a hurry." said
Gwendolen, taking the handkerchief away and putting it in her pocket.
"Don't sell the necklace, mamma," she added, a new feeling having come
over her about that rescue of it which had formerly been so offensive.

"No, dear, no; it was made out of your dear father's chain. And I
should prefer not selling the other things. None of them are of any
great value. All my best ornaments were taken from me long ago."

Mrs. Davilow colored. She usually avoided any reference to such facts
about Gwendolen's step-father as that he had carried off his wife's
jewelry and disposed of it. After a moment's pause she went on--

"And these things have not been reckoned on for any expenses. Carry
them with you."

"That would be quite useless, mamma," said Gwendolen, coldly.
"Governesses don't wear ornaments. You had better get me a gray frieze
livery and a straw poke, such as my aunt's charity children wear."

"No, dear, no; don't take that view of it. I feel sure the Momperts
will like you the better for being graceful and elegant."

"I am not at all sure what the Momperts will like me to be. It is
enough that I am expected to be what they like," said Gwendolen
bitterly.

"If there is anything you would object to less--anything that could be
done--instead of your going to the bishop's, do say so, Gwendolen. Tell
me what is in your heart. I will try for anything you wish," said the
mother, beseechingly. "Don't keep things away from me. Let us bear them
together."

"Oh, mamma, there is nothing to tell. I can't do anything better. I
must think myself fortunate if they will have me. I shall get some
money for you. That is the only thing I have to think of. I shall not
spend any money this year: you will have all the eighty pounds. I don't
know how far that will go in housekeeping; but you need not stitch your
poor fingers to the bone, and stare away all the sight that the tears
have left in your dear eyes."

Gwendolen did not give any caresses with her words as she had been used
to do. She did not even look at her mother, but was looking at the
turquoise necklace as she turned it over her fingers.

"Bless you for your tenderness, my good darling!" said Mrs. Davilow,
with tears in her eyes. "Don't despair because ther