ness on her face. "Oh, dear," she
said with a sigh, "what a long day this is going to be," and she looked
wishfully up the street.

2. Suddenly she leaned forward and pressed her pale face against the
glass, as a rosy-checked boy came racing down the street, swinging his
schoolbooks by the strap. Looking up to the window, he took off his hat
and bowed with a bright, pleasant smile.

3. "What a nice boy he is," said Jennie to herself, as he ran out of
sight. "I am so glad he goes by here on his way to school. When he smiles,
it seems like having the sun shine. I wish everybody who goes by would
look up and smile."

4. "Mamma," said George West, as he came from school, "I can't help
thinking about that poor little girl I told you of the other day. She
looks so tired. I took off my hat and bowed to her to-day. I wish I could
do something for her,"

5. "Suppose you should carry her a handful of pretty flowers some time
when you go to school," said Mrs. West. "I'll do that to-morrow morning,"
said George, "if I can find my way into that rickety old house."

6. The next morning, as Jennie sat leaning her head wearily against the
window, watching the raindrops chasing one another down the glass, she
spied George with a handful of beautiful flowers carefully picking his way
across the street. He stopped in front of her window, and, smiling very
pleasantly, said, "How shall I find the way to your room?"

7. Jennie pointed to an alley near by, where he turned in, and with some
difficulty found his way to the dingy staircase. Opening the door to
Jennie's gentle "Come in," he said, "I have brought you a handful of
flowers to look at this rainy day."

8. "Are they for me?" exclaimed Jennie, clapping her hands in delight.
"How kind you are," she continued, as George laid them in her lap. "I have
not had a flower since we live in the city."

9. "Did you use to live in the country?" asked George. "Oh, yes," answered
Jennie, "we used to live in a beautiful cottage, and there were trees and
flowers and green grass, and the air was so sweet."

10. "Well, what made you move here?" "Oh," said Jennie, softly, "papa
died, and mamma was sick so long that the money was all gone. Then mamma
had to sell the cottage, and she moved here to try to get work to do."

11. "Do you have to sit here all day?" asked George, glancing around the
bare room and out into the dismal street. "Yes," said Jennie, "because I
am lame; but I would not care