saysone。”Beoff。”saysanotherfiercely。Three-and-sixpencehasbeenspentinvain——thescreensretiretoMissClapp’sbedroom，whopersistsinthinkingthemlovely。
Shewritesoutalittlecardinherneatesthand，andafterlongthoughtandlabourofcomposition，inwhichthepublicisinformedthat“ALadywhohassometimeatherdisposal，wishestoundertaketheeducationofsomelittlegirls，whomshewouldinstructinEnglish，inFrench，inGeography，inHistory，andinMusic——addressA。O。，atMr。Brown’s“；andsheconfidesthecardtothegentlemanoftheFineArtRepository，whoconsentstoallowittolieuponthecounter，whereitgrowsdingyandfly-blown。Ameliapassesthedoorwistfullymanyatime，inhopesthatMr。Brownwillhavesomenewstogiveher，butheneverbeckonsherin。Whenshegoestomakelittlepurchases，thereisnonewsforher。Poorsimplelady，tenderandweak——howareyoutobattlewiththestrugglingviolentworld？
Shegrowsdailymorecare-wornandsad，fixinguponherchildalarmedeyes，whereofthelittleboycannotinterprettheexpression。Shestartsupofanightandpeepsintohisroomstealthily，toseethatheissleepingandnotstolenaway。Shesleepsbutlittlenow。A
constantthoughtandterrorishauntingher。Howsheweepsandpraysinthelongsilentnights——howshetriestohidefromherselfthethoughtwhichwillreturntoher，thatsheoughttopartwiththeboy，thatsheistheonlybarrierbetweenhimandprosperity。Shecan’t，shecan’t。
Notnow，atleast。Someotherday。Oh！itistoohardtothinkofandtobear。