him.

    quot;I ake ,quot; said I, whem go away.

    quot;Never fear,quot; replied t;ttle one in t, as te;poverty, you see, is a famous scress!quot;

    t, I  tocame into my o follo anymistake.

    I  long in overtaking talking, and already quite familiar rast intruck me. Little Duval aste; ted to rousers came dos from to s of polistons,and s rary,  of tremeborders of poverty, but c sed trious motruggling againsttear of time; rousers oo s, and sockings darned over and over again; and it  t  made for him.

    tenances of t t of t e and refined; ures of trary, oo early experience; reetstless turnings ation.

    I found, on asking  every day o  bank of ty . forcible lessons of necessity ely, ts of  o feel ten stopped before tso read tle o knoanding igue,ated by mixed feelings; at t of tered a cry, and ran toe points; a lady  trance received ions of joy, and ther.

    Not seeing eit or curn, s in searcion, and ing for tense anxiety.

    I explained to  tle boy w back  walking, he had disappeared.

    It  time since t I o t ofParis. Did tinue grateful?  again,and  meeting lobarrier  s dividethem?

    ting tions to myself, I slackened my pace, and fixedmy eyes on t gate, open, and trance. Alt first sig of t tter ly c, and evenspruce, and ened round t by a polis; rong s made for , and h cap.

    Just at t I sao add narcissuses andprimroses; th a friendly good-by.

    M. Duvals son did not go in till urn treet.

    ted tter, and reminded ing;  m