The Little Princess of Tower Hill

pretty bright house in Bayswater, Ralph flew to the sweet-looking young mother who came up to meet them, clasped his arms round her neck, laid his head on her shoulder, and inst

the Zoo and Madame Tussaud's, but she contrived to make these two places of entertainment sound quite delightful to her little visitor. Instead o

Violet; I'd like to go to bo

ere, and gave Ralph a quick little g

ille asked Miss Grey to all

write nicely, and I shall like to inclose a little letter from her to her mother; but to-day the children and I mean to be v

ting accomplishments, but Miss Grey was merciful and made no comment, and as Ralph had not yet been m

is to go and see Jo. Shall I go round to see Jo this morning, mother, and may I ta

d with you, and I will call for you myself at Philmer's Buildings at twelve o'clock. After all, I should like to take Maggie myself to the Zoo-I want her to see the monkeys and the birds, and

hispered back Maggie; but just then Ralph called to h

little Jo?" exclaimed the boy. "Now do hurry, Mag; get your

se, but went slowly i

ho liked needlework, and were exceedingly proper and good, and belonged to that tiresome class of little models of whom nurse was so fond of speaking. Maggie

her to put on her boots, and took out her neat li

"Oh, surely you will like the walk w

sure she's a horrid good little girl; she's like nurse's

lp smiling slightly at

about your age, Maggie, I often amused myself making up pictures of people before I had seen them. I generall

this statement; the

o spots on it, and her hair is so shiny-I 'spect there is vaseline on her hair-and her nails are neat, and her sho

rting words, "I know all about her," rushed out of the room, danced down the stairs, and ho

use, and then entering a crowded thoroughfare. Here Waters stepped resolutely between the little pair, took a hand of each, and hurried them along. Ralph carried a small closed basket in hi

e of that box while

d on the mantelpiece in my mistress' roo

y think it's gett

he allowance of one penny a day given to you, two pennies more in the money-box

ghed pro

had it I didn't spend it so fast. Well, perhaps Jo has managed about the tambo

stone stairs. The children and the servant began to ascend the stairs, and Maggie wondered how many they would have to go up before they reached the rooms where the little girl in the spotless pinafore with the white hands and the smoothly vaselined hair resided. Maggie was rather p

d some writing in large black letters on its yellow paint. Maggie

e are a

aundress and Charwoman," but Maggie, of course, wa

." There was the pattering of some small feet, the door was flung wide

irit seemed to pervade it all over. Mrs. Aylmer, laundress and charwoman, might

felt her lips trembling; then she became silent, absorbed, fascinated. The pic

ou never see except in the faces of those children who have been taught patience through suffering. Jo was a sadly crippled little girl lying on a low bed. Maggie, of course, had seen poor children in the village at home; but those children had not been ill; they

o it that way; you must do it more carefully,

exciting question of Susy's tambourine came under earnest discussion. If Susy had a proper tambourine she could use her rather sweet voice to advantage, and earn money by singing and dancing in the streets. Susy was ten years old-a thick-set little girl wi

seem to carry nohow. No, I'd a sight rayther wait and have a good one. Them cheap 'uns cracks, too, when they gets wet. Here's sixpence and her

sed, and Maggie felt a lump in her throat, and an earnest, alm

resent, so she'll really have the half-crown by and by. Now, Jo, this is my Cousin Maggie; I've told her about you. She lives down in the country; she doesn't know much, but then that's not to be wondered at. She was very naughty and car

pink color coming into her little face. "O

IS MY COUSIN MA

nto a wood, and none of us could find them since. Ralph said it was you gave them to him, and he doesn't really and truly fo

ager reply. She looked into the pretty little country lady's face

has got safe away into a real country wood! Oh, missie, are there real t

inkles away all day and all night, and of course there are tre

Trees, grass, and the little stream a-tinkling, and the white bunnies ever and ever so happy.

, Ralph raised his dark brows, fidgeted a little, and began to look at his cousin with a new respect. At this moment Mrs.