dred and one demands upon the purse while
there. Grace alone was very quiet, seeming to have little or nothing to
say, and looking at times both sad and distressed. Her father noticed it
and seizing the first opportunity to speak with her in private, asked in
tenderly solicitous tones if she were feeling perfectly well, adding: "I
fear I have allowed you to exert yourself too much in the past few days,
my darling."

"I don't know whether or not I have gone about too much, papa, but it was
very kind in you to let me," she replied, laying her head on his shoulder,
for they were sitting side by side on a sofa in the cabin, while the
others had all gone up to the deck, "but oh, I can't forget those poor men
who perished in the flames yesterday, or their wives and children, perhaps
left very poor and helpless. Papa, if you are willing, I'd like to give
all my pocket money to help them. My own dear father pays my way all the
time and I don't need to buy any of the fine things I see for sale here
and there."

"My dear child," he said, with emotion, "you may do just as you please
about that. I am very glad that my little girl is so willing to deny
herself to help others, and I must tell you for your comfort that a good
deal of money has already been raised for the benefit of those sadly
bereaved ones."

"You gave some, papa? Oh, I know you did!"

"Yes, daughter, I gave out of the abundance of means which God has put
into my hands, certainly not that it may all be spent upon myself and
dearest ones, but entrusted to me that some of it may be used for the
relief of suffering humanity; and it is a very great pleasure--an
inestimable privilege--to be permitted thus to ally to some extent the
woes of poverty and bereavement."

"Yes, papa; I feel it so, and am thankful that you approve of my doing
what I can to help those poor, bereaved ones."

"I am very glad my little girl is unselfish enough to desire to do so," he
responded. He passed a hand tenderly over her golden curls as he spoke,
and kissed her again and again with warmth of affection.

"Do you want to join the others on the deck?" he asked presently, "or
would you rather go at once to your bed and rest? You are looking very
weary."

"I am tired, papa," she replied, "but I think that to lie in one of the
steamer chairs on deck, and listen to the talk, will rest me nicely."

"You may do so for an hour or two," he said. "I will help you up there;
but when the others