roof of the cab,
as she stood on the pavement looking up and down the busy,
old-fashioned street, that was so unlike what she had fancied her new
home would be.

Her cousin Marion was behind the counter in the shop, and there seemed
to be a constant stream of customers coming and going. "This is the
best bun house in London," whispered her uncle, as he took her hand and
led her in.

The old lady, who was likewise serving, left her post when she saw Kate
and her uncle, and led the way into the cosy parlour behind the shop.
She seemed pleased with Kate's appearance and manner, and asked her a
great many questions about her home and her mother.

"We are very quiet, old-fashioned people, ourselves," she said,
"although we live in London, and I am very particular about the young
people I have to help me in the shop, and never allow them to make
friends among the customers. Be civil to all, but nothing more than
that to anyone, my dear; that is my rule, and you must remember to obey
it. Marion knows I am more strict about this than anything else, and
so I hope you will remember it, too."

"Yes, ma'am, I will," said Kate; and then the old lady asked the
servant to bring up some supper, and went back to the shop, that Marion
might come in and speak to her father and cousin.

"I am to give you some supper, and then take you to bed," said Marion,
after their greetings were over. "You will have some supper with us,
father?--Mrs. Maple told me to ask you."

"No, thank you, my dear, I want to get home, and you girls don't need
me now. I have told Kate she is always to spend the Sunday with us,
the same as you do."

"Oh, yes, of course she will," said Marion. "You see that is one
advantage of being in an old-fashioned shop like this; we have no
Sunday work," she said, turning to her cousin.

"Mother will be glad to know that," said Kate.

"Yes, you must tell her when you write," said her uncle, bidding her
good-bye.

When he was gone the girls sat down to supper, and Kate tried to eat,
but everything was so strange, and she had such an intense longing to
see her mother, that she said "yes" and "no" to her cousin's questions,
scarcely understanding what they were.

The next morning, however, she felt a good deal better, and by the end
of the week began to feel quite at home, for Mrs. Maple was not a hard
mistress, and so Kate was able to give a good account of her home, when
she wrote to her mother.

"What shall