th strength. She got back to the model lodging in Sparrow Street, mounted to her own floor, and opened the door with a latch-key. Alison was sitting by the window, busy over the needlework

ired, and which she was secretly very proud of-it was an intricate pattern, and it made a very good show. No other workwoman knew how to do it, and Grannie was very careful not to impart her secret to the trade. This feather-stitching alone ga

ers' cramp in this hand, it must have been nonsense. For there, I never write; ef I spell through a letter once in six months to my poor sister's only child in Australia, it's the very most that I can do. Writers' cr

, of course, been taught the feather-stitching. Mrs. Reed had confi

ll herself, and then she hemmed it and marked it and feather-stitched it with them trailing leaves. She taught the trail to my mother, who married Phipps, and mother had a turn for needlework, and she gave it that little twist and rise which makes it so wonderful pretty and neat; but 'twas I

, but, unlike the Phippses and the Simpsons, she had no real turn for fine needle

feather-stitching involved many movements of the hand and arm, and certainly gave a splendid effect to the fine linen or cambric on which it was worked. Grannie could do it almost with her eyes shut, but Alison, who thought she knew all about it, found when she began to practice that she had not taken the right loop nor the proper twist, and she

her pretty grandchild, and saw

the turn of it, or maybe her head is confused. No wonder, I'

eaking aloud, "I've come back.

ushed cheeks, "have I done it right? It looks wr

n, "as ef that mattered. You p

I done a

into the drawer and come and

n her cheeks, her eyes shining. "You speak as if

in her power. She sat down now on the nearest chair, untie

e said; "yes, all thin

ey found, g

et. Of course, she wot took it

atters!" said Aliso

t for a spell. Then, for no rhyme or reason, it 'll turn round, and it's for yer, and everything prospers as yer touches, and you're jest as fort'nate as you were t'other way. With a young thing like you, Ally, young and pretty and genteel, luck aint never 'ard; it soon turns, and it will with you. No, the money's not found yet," continued the old woman,

t mattered!" g

t-not all the dress and not all the, by way of, fine manners. It's jest like veneer-it peels

had often heard these remarks befo

the whole story, calm and quiet, and then he said t

t say tha

and wot's more, he offere

w to rise to her feet.

wer. I'll never go back to that shop till I'm cleared. Oh, I don't know where your good news is," she continued; "ever

" Again she hesitated, rushed suddenly across the room, and locked he