"Who's there? Come in! Oh! Mrs. Hughes! Sit down." "Indeed, sir, and I cannot stay; but the young lady has just made me find up her watch for her, and asked me to get it sold to pay the doctor, and the little things she has had since she came; and please, sir, indeed Idon't know where to sell it nearer than Caernarvon." "That is good of her," said Miss Benson, her sense of justice satisfied;and, remembering the way in which Ruth had spoken of the watch, she felt what a sacrifice it must have been to resolve to part with it. "And her goodness just helps us out of our dilemma," said her brother;who was unaware of the feelings with which Ruth regarded her watch, or, perhaps, he might have parted with his Facciolati. Mrs. Hughes patiently awaited their leisure for answering her practical question. Where could the watch be sold? Suddenly her face brightened. "Mr. Jones, the doctor, is just going to be married, perhaps he would like nothing better than to give this pretty watch to his bride; indeed, and I think it's very likely; and he'll pay money for it as well as letting alone his bill. I'll ask him, sir, at any rate." Mr. Jones was only too glad to obtain possession of so elegant a present at so cheap a rate. He even, as Mrs. Hughes had foretold, "paid money for it;" more than was required to defray the expenses of Ruth's accommodation, as most of the articles of food she had were paid for at the time by Mr.

or Miss Benson, but they strictly forbade Mrs. Hughes to tell Ruth of this. "Would you object to my buying you a black gown?" said Miss Benson to her, the day after the sale of the watch. She hesitated a little, and then went on-- "My brother and I think it would be better to call you--as if in fact you were--a widow. It will save much awkwardness, and it will spare your child much"----mortification, she was going to have added; but that word did not exactly do. But, at the mention of her child, Ruth started, and turned ruby-red; as she always did when allusion was made to it. "Oh, yes! certainly. Thank you much for thinking of it. Indeed," said she, very low, as if to herself, "I don't know how to thank you for all you are doing; but I do love you, and will pray for you, if I may." "If you may, Ruth" repeated Miss Benson, in a tone of surprise. "Yes, if I may. If you will let me pray for you." "Certainly, my dear. My dear Ruth, you don't know how often I sin; I do so wrong, with my few temptations. We are both of us great sinners in the eyes of the Most Holy; let us pray for each other. Don't speak so again, my dear; at least, not to me." Miss Benson was actually crying. She had always looked upon herself as so inferior to her brother in real goodness, had seen such heights above her, that she was distressed by Ruth's humility. After a short time she resumed the subject. "Then I may get you a black gown?--and we may call you Mrs. Hilton?" "No; not Mrs. Hilton!" said Ruth hastily. Miss Benson, who had hitherto kept her eyes averted from Ruth's face from a motive of kindly delicacy, now looked at her with surprise. "Why not?" asked she. "It was my mother's name," said Ruth, in a low voice. "I had better not be called by it." "Then let us call you by my mother's name," said Miss Benson tenderly.

"She would have---- But I'll talk to you about my mother some other time.