Trading. Warner Susan

some great extravagance. Go on, and I'll help, and we'll try to make one bad spot at least a little better. Good-bye!"

      With a smile and a nod he parted from her at her own door, and Matilda ran up the steps and ran in with a whole little gale of pleasure freshening through her heart.

      There was a gale of another sort blowing through the house that evening, and making the household lively. Pleasure was not wanting to it, though it was pleasure of another sort and largely mixed with excitement. The three other young ones were full of plans for the holiday week, reminiscences of the last evening, comparison and discussion of presents, and of people. Matilda in the midst of them listened and was amused, and thought of her gold watch and of Sarah with great secret throbs of delight in her heart.

      "So you were the witch, grandmother," said Norton. "I knew it. I was sure of it. What did you do it for?"

      "Do what, boy?"

      "Take up a witch's trade?"

      "I have not laid it down yet."

      "No, ma'am; but what put it in your head?"

      "I wanted my share of the fun," said the old lady.

      "Did you get it, grandmamma?" asked David.

      "Yes. A very good share."

      "Did you ask everybody such questions as you asked us?" Norton inquired.

      "I did not want to know the same thing about all of you."

      "No, ma'am. Did you find out a good deal, grandmother?"

      But Mrs. Lloyd laughed and declined to answer.

      "There is something more I want to find out," she said. "I want to know what makes this little girl look so happy. She doesn't say a word, but her smiles speak for her!"

      "Who, Matilda?" said Norton.

      "It's easy enough to be smiling," said Judy with slight scorn.

      "You might practise it then a little, and do no hurt," remarked Norton.

      "Nobody ought to be always smiling," returned Judy. "It's vulgar. And it doesn't mean anything, either."

      "Hush, Judy," said her mother.

      "What were you smiling about, Matilda?" Mrs. Lloyd asked.

      "A great many things I was thinking of, ma'am."

      But the little girl's face was so gleeful as she answered, and the smile and the sparkle were so pleasant, that the old lady's curiosity was raised.

      "A great many things?" she repeated, "A great many things to be glad of? I should like to know what they are. Come, I will make a bargain with you. I will give you a silver penny for your thoughts; and my silver penny shall be a golden half-eagle."

      "For my thoughts, ma'am?" said Matilda, half bewildered; while the other young ones burst out like a pack of hounds after their leader.

      "A half-eagle," Mrs. Lloyd repeated, "for all your thoughts; if you will give me them all. I want to know all the things you are feeling so glad about."

      "Grandmamma, you'll do as much for me?" cried Judy. "Only, mine will take an eagle to bring them down. They fly high. You might have bought hers, I am confident, for a duck or a pigeon."

      "I should like to make a bargain too, grandmother," said Norton; "if you are in that mood."

      "Do you think your thoughts are worth anything?" said his grandmother; – "to anybody but yourself?"

      "Whose are?" said David.

      "Mine are not," said Matilda. She had flushed high, for she saw that the old lady was in earnest; and five dollars was a good deal to her just now.

      "Everything is worth what it will fetch, though," said David. "I advise you to close with the offer, Matilda. Five dollars is five dollars, you know."

      Matilda's eyes went doubtfully to Mrs. Lloyd.

      "Yes," said the old lady smiling. "I will stand to my part of the bargain, if you will stand to yours. But mind, I want all."

      "There were so many things," Matilda began; "it would take me a good while to tell them."

      "Never mind; we have nothing better to do," said Mrs. Lloyd. "We are at leisure."

      "Time's nothing," said Norton, in great amusement.

      "At ten dollars or so an hour," added David.

      Poor Matilda was in some difficulty. She was furnishing the entertainment of the whole circle; for even Mrs. Bartholomew put down her paper, and Mrs. Laval was smiling, and Mrs. Lloyd was waiting, and the children were all open-eyed. But she had nothing to be ashamed of; and five dollars! —

      "I was feeling glad about my watch," she began, "and about my picture – O so very glad! I think they have hardly been out of my mind all day."

      "Picture? what picture?" said Judy.

      "Hush!" said her grandmother.

      "She didn't have any picture!" Judy went on. Matilda looked at her and said nothing.

      "Did you?" said Judy. "What was it? Is it in a locket?"

      "You can attend to her afterwards, Matilda," said Mrs. Lloyd. "At present you are engaged with me. There is nobody here but you and me."

      Matilda sincerely wished it had been so; but she had several curious pairs of ears listening to her.

      "Then I was glad, I believe, about all the pleasure of last night, and the Christmas tree, and my other presents; but that wasn't all. To-day has been so very pleasant, and this afternoon particularly."

      "This afternoon!" cried Judy. "Why she was away at that horrid Sunday school."

      "She don't think it is horrid," said Norton, displeased.

      "You don't mean she shall get through what she has to say," remarked David.

      "If you would all hold your tongues, there would be some chance," said Mrs. Lloyd. "Try again, Matilda. Was there more? What made the afternoon so pleasant?"

      "It always is at that school," said Matilda. "But besides that, this afternoon I believe I got some help for something I want to do; and thinking about that, and about what I want to do, was part of I what was feeling so glad about."

      "Well if that isn't a confused statement of facts!" said Judy. "Feeling so glad about, – when?"

      "When Mrs. Lloyd asked me what I was smiling at."

      "But I am to have your thoughts, you know," said Mrs. Lloyd, with a rather pleasant smile. "You have not told me yet what it is you want to do, the thought of which is so agreeable."

      "I did tell it, to the witch last night," said Matilda. "Do you want me to tell it again, now, ma'am?"

      "Certainly. You don't think I am a witch, do you?"

      On that point Matilda did not give her thoughts; but as desired, she told the story, briefly, of Sarah and her home, and of the reforms proposed in the latter. The attention of her hearers was marked, although most of them indeed had known the matter before.

      "What was there in all this to make you so very glad?" inquired Judy.

      Matilda hesitated, and could not find what to say.

      "Pink has her own ways of being happy you see," Norton remarked.

      "She is not the only one, I hope," said David.

      "The only one, what?" said Judy sharply. "You are as bad as she is, David, to-night, for talking thick."

      "Have we got through, my dear?" inquired Mrs. Lloyd kindly.

      "Through all the things that were making me feel glad?" said Matilda. "No, ma'am – not quite." And she stopped and flushed.

      "Let us have it," said Mrs. Lloyd. "A bargain is a bargain."

      "Yes, ma'am," said Matilda. "I am afraid – I was afraid – perhaps you wouldn't understand me. I was glad of all these things; – and then, I thought, I was so glad that I knew about Jesus; and that I am his child; and that he has given me all these other