‘Take care,’ whispered Harry, as he watched her examining some trifles which he was pretty sure were intended for old Phillis, ’take care, Effie, that you don’t get proud of your generosity—­there is more than one way to make self a god.’

Effie blushed, and calling for some nuts, threw her money on the counter, saying to her brother, ’We can share them together in the evening.’  The nuts were scarce stowed away in reticule and muff, when a poorly-clad young woman, very pale and thin, bearing in her arms an infant still paler, pressed her way through the throng, and gained the counter.  She inquired for cough lozenges.  It was a long time before she could be attended, but she stood very patiently, though seemingly scarce able to support the weight of her own person.  Harry involuntarily glanced around the shop for a chair, and as he did so, his eye rested on a bright-faced little girl, close beside his sister, who was choosing and rejecting a great many pretty toys, and now and then casting a glance at the well-filled purse in her hand, as if to ascertain after each purchase the state of her finances.

‘Beautiful!’ she exclaimed, her eye glistening with pleasure at the sight of the purple cushioned rocking-chair of which Harry had told his sister.

‘Is that all?’ inquired a sad, low voice, and again Harry’s eye turned to the poor woman who was purchasing the lozenges.

‘Yes, ma’am, to be sure,’ replied the pert shopkeeper, ’and a pretty large all too—­what could you expect for a penny?’

The poor woman made no reply, but the hurried glance she gave her infant with its accompanying sigh, seemed to say, ‘God help my poor baby then!’

Harry involuntarily thrust his hand into his pocket, but he quickly withdrew it, and glanced at the little girl who was purchasing the rocking-chair.

‘This chair has cost so much,’ she said, addressing the shopkeeper, ‘that I have only a shilling left.’

‘Oh, then,’ whispered Effie, emboldened by her brother’s looks of anxiety, ‘give it to the poor woman with the sick baby.’

The little girl stared at her somewhat rudely, then turning to the woman, exclaimed, ‘What! that one, with the horrid looking bonnet!’ and, shaking her head, laughingly replied, ’Thank you, Miss, I have a better use for it.’

Effie was really distressed.  The poor woman looked so pale and sad, and yet so meek and uncomplaining withal, that both brother and sister found themselves strangely interested.

‘O how I wish we could do something for her,’ whispered Harry.  ’Will you please exchange my nuts for cough lozenges?’ inquired Effie in a faltering voice, of the shopkeeper.

‘Rather too busy, Miss.’

‘But it will oblige me very much.’

’Happy to oblige you on any other day, Miss, but we really have no time for exchanges now.’  By this time the poor woman had gained the door, and Effie, looking round, observed that her brother too was missing.