nd confidence. Mr Barker talked to her
about her affairs without any reserve, and the gratitude this excited in
her was great. Her kind friend told her, one day, that Mr Rathbone, an
old friend of her father's, who lived in London, had been enquiring
about the family of Mr Forsyth, and, on hearing of their circumstances;
had expressed his desire of being useful to them. "I told him, my
dear," said Mr Barker, "that his kind offices would be more acceptable
by and by than at present. We now see our way clear for two years, I
hope; and it is well to keep a stock of kindness in reserve, to be drawn
upon in case of need."

Jane expressed her gratitude for the kindness which had assisted them
thus far, and said she feared she must make up her mind to be a burden
to her friends for some time to come; but she could answer for her
brothers and sisters, as well as herself, that no exertion on their part
should be wanting.

"So we see already, my dear," said Mr Barker. "Mr Rathbone made
enquiry about each of you; and I sent him, in return, a full description
of you all. I think it most likely that he will keep his eye upon
Alfred, and that whatever he may do hereafter will be for him."

"I am sure," said Jane, "Mr Rathbone's kindness is most unlooked for;
for it must be many years since he has known our family. I have heard
my father speak of him, but I do not remember ever to have seen him."

"It is only two years," replied Mr Barker, "since he returned from
India, where he passed twenty years, losing his health, and growing
immensely rich. He tells me that he was under considerable obligations
to your good father for some exertions on his behalf during his absence;
but of what nature these exertions were he does not say. Well, my dear,
I must be going. Have you any thing more to say to me? Is all
comfortable here, and as you like it?"

"Quite, Sir, thank you: we are only too comfortable for our
circumstances, I am afraid."

"No, no, my dear; I hope Hannah and you go on comfortably together.
Your house looks very neat and orderly," said he, looking round him.
"Is that her doing or yours?"

"All Hannah's doing. We could not be better or more respectfully
served, if we were as rich as Mr Rathbone. But I grieve to think that
such a servant should make such sacrifices for us; she would be prized
in any house."

"Depend upon it, Jane, she will find her reward in time. I am much
mistaken if she does not find it