woman on crutches come limping into the courtyard; she came every

Sunday to carry a gift away with her.

"'There is the poor old woman,' said the nobleman; 'it is so

"My mother had hardly understood what he said before he

disappeared from the room, and went downstairs, in order to save her

the troublesome walk for the gift she came to fetch. Of course this is

only a little incident, but it has its good sound like the poor

widow's two mites in the Bible, the sound which echoes in the depth of