"

As he spoke he stroked Molly, who purred an acknowledgment of his
attention. This completed the conquest of Miss Norris, who inwardly
decided that Carl was the finest boy she had ever met. After she had
served Carl from the dishes on the table, she poured out two saucers of
milk and set one before each cat, who, rising upon her hind legs, placed
her forepaws on the table, and gravely partook of the refreshments
provided. Jane and Molly were afterwards regaled with cold meat, and
then, stretching themselves out on their chairs, closed their eyes in
placid content.

During the meal Miss Norris questioned Carl closely as to his home
experiences. Having no reason for concealment Carl frankly related his
troubles with his stepmother, eliciting expressions of sympathy and
approval from his hostess.

"Your stepmother must be an ugly creature?" she said.

"I am afraid I am prejudiced against her," said Carl, "but that is my
opinion."

"Your father must be very weak to be influenced against his own son by
such a woman."

Carl winced a little at this outspoken criticism, for he was attached to
his father in spite of his unjust treatment.

"My father is an invalid," he said, apologetically, "and I think he
yielded for the sake of peace."

"All the same, he ought not to do it," said Miss Norris. "Do you ever
expect to live at home again?"

"Not while my stepmother is there," answered Carl. "But I don't know
that I should care to do so under any circumstances, as I am now
receiving a business training. I should like to make a little visit
home," he added, thoughtfully, "and perhaps I may do so after I
return from Chicago. I shall have no favors to ask, and shall feel
independent."

"If you ever need a home," said Miss Norris, abruptly, "come here. You
will be welcome."

"Thank you very much," said Carl, gratefully. "It is all the more kind
in you since you have known me so short a time."

"I have known you long enough to judge of you," said the maiden lady.
"And now if you won't have anything more we will go into the next room
and talk business."

Carl followed her into the adjoining room, and Miss Norris at once
plunged into the subject. She handed him a business card bearing this
inscription:

JOHN FRENCH, BOOTS, SHOES AND RUBBER GOODS, 42a State Street, CHICAGO.

"This young man wants me to lend him two thousand dollars to extend his
business," she said. "He is the son of an old school friend, and I am