Mrs. Lander was stung to the quick by these words; but she dared not show the least sign of feeling.

“Surely no one professing to be a Christian can do so,” said she.

“Yes, people professing to be Christians do these things,” was replied; “but of course their profession needs a better practice to prove it of any worth.”

When her visitor retired, after having expressed her opinion on the subject under consideration still more unequivocally, Mrs. Lander did not feel very comfortable, nor was her good opinion of herself quite so firm as it had been earlier in the day.  But she took good care, in the future, not to give any more work to Mrs. Walton, and was exceedingly particular afterwards, in employing poor people, to know whether they sewed for Mrs. Brandon.  There are a good many people in the world who encourage the poor on Mrs. Lander’s principle.

JESSIE HAMPTON.

“What are you doing here, miss?”

The young girl thus addressed was sitting by a centre-table, upon which stood a lamp, in a handsomely furnished drawing-room.  She laid aside the book she was reading, and, without making any reply, rose up quickly and retired.  Two or three persons, members of the family, were present.  All observed the effect of Mrs. Freeman’s words, yet no one had heard what was said; nor would they have been aware that more than a request for some service had been made, but for the lady’s remark as the girl left the room.

“I might as well begin at once, and let Jessie know her place.”

“What did you say to her, ma?” asked a young lady who sat swinging herself in a large rocking-chair.

“I simply asked her what she was doing here.”

“What did she answer?”

“Nothing.  The way in which I put the question fully explained my meaning.  I am sorry that there should have arisen a necessity for hurting her feelings; but if the girl doesn’t know her place, she must be told where it is.”

“I don’t see that she was doing any great harm,” remarked an old gentleman who sat in front of the grate.

“She was not in her place, brother,” said Mrs. Freeman, with an air of dignity.  “We employ her as a teacher in the family, not as a companion.  Her own good sense should have taught her this.”

“You wouldn’t have us make an equal of Jessie Hampton, would you, uncle Edward?” inquired the young lady who sat in the rocking-chair.

“You cannot make her your equal, Fanny, in point of worldly blessings, for, in this matter, Providence has dealt more hardly with her than with you.  As to companionship, I do not see that she is less worthy now than she was a year ago.”

“You talk strangely, Edward,” said Mrs. Freeman, in a tone of dissent.

“In what way, sister?”

“There has been a very great change in a year.  Jessie’s family no longer moves in our circle.”