her lame knee will be a long time in getting well.  I begged Mamma and Mrs. Ailingham to speak to Mr. Cotton for her; so she got the mending of the jet and bead work to do, and buttons to cover, and things of that sort.  Mary takes them to and fro, and Maria feels so happy not to be idle.  We also got stools, for all the other girls in that shop.  Mrs. Allingham is so rich and kind she can do anything, and now it’s such a comfort to see those tired things resting when off duty that I often go in and enjoy the sight.”

Anna paused as cries of “Good! good!” interrupted her tale; but she did not add the prettiest part of it, and tell how the faces of the young women behind the counters brightened when she came in, nor how gladly all served the young lady who showed them what a true gentlewoman was.

“I hope that isn’t all?” said Maggie, eagerly.

“Only a little more.  I know you will laugh when I tell you that I’ve been reading papers to a class of shop-girls at the Union once a week all winter.”

A murmur of awe and admiration greeted this deeply interesting statement; for, true to the traditions of the modern Athens in which they lived, the girls all felt the highest respect for “papers” on any subject, it being the fashion for ladies, old and young, to read and discuss every subject, from pottery to Pantheism, at the various clubs all over the city.

“It came about very naturally,” continued Anna, as if anxious to explain her seeming audacity.  “I used to go to see Molly and Ria, and heard all about their life and its few pleasures, and learned to like them more and more.  They had only each other in the world, lived in two rooms, worked all day, and in the way of amusement or instruction had only what they found at the Union in the evening.  I went with them a few times, and saw how useful and pleasant it was, and wanted to help, as other kind girls only a little older than I did.  Eva Randal read a letter from a friend in Russia one time, and the girls enjoyed it very much.  That reminded me of my brother George’s lively journals, written when he was abroad.  You remember how we used to laugh over them when he sent them home?  Well, when I was begged to give them an evening, I resolved to try one of those amusing journal-letters, and chose the best,—­all about how George and a friend went to the different places Dickens describes in some of his funny books.  I wish you could have seen how those dear girls enjoyed it, and laughed till they cried over the dismay of the boys, when they knocked at a door in Kingsgate Street, and asked if Mrs. Gamp lived there.  It was actually a barber’s shop, and a little man, very like Poll Sweedlepipes, told them ’Mrs. Britton was the nuss as lived there now.’  It upset those rascals to come so near the truth, and they ran away because they couldn’t keep sober.”

The members of the club indulged in a general smile as they recalled the immortal Sairey with “the bottle on the mankle-shelf,” the “cowcuber,” and the wooden pippins.  Then Anna continued, with an air of calm satisfaction, quite sure now of her audience and herself,—­