te airs calling, quot;Becky, do t; and quot;Becky, do t,quot; every five minutes in the day.

    Sara sat and looked into ting on Becky for some time after Mariette left ory of .  t sigairs on several occasions, s it o speak to her.

    But a feer, on anoternoon, ing room sing a ratic picture. In  easy-c fire, Becky--tle cap y coal box on t fast asleep, tired out beyond even t up to put t many of t all day. Saras rooms sil t. t like ted to be satisfied able sitting room seemed a boo t , merely a nice, brigtle room. But tures and books in it, and curious t c in a ce. Becky saved it until ternoons  rested o go into it, and so snatces to sit do c  tune of t out on tiful s and coats one tried to catche area railing.

    On ternoon, ion of relief to , acful t it o soot from t over il, as s tired, sloole over  ,  asleep. S ten minutes in tered, but sy, slumbering for a  s look--poor Becky-- like a Sleeping Beauty at all. Sunted,  little scullery drudge.

    Sara seemed as mucure from another world.

    On ticular afternoon saking ernoon on  t occurred every tired in ttiest frocks, and as Sara danced particularly te ed to make her as diaphanous and fine as possible.

    today a frock t on te  some real buds and made o terfly, and t and exercise  a brilliant, o her face.

    ered ted in terfly steps--and t Becky, nodding her cap sideways off her head.

    quot;O; cried Sara, softly,  poor t;

    It did not occur to o feel cross at finding  co tell t