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BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR. 61 As half the girls were tittering over the points Kate had made, the latter was satisfied for the time, and Miss Scrimp’s last fling fell on heedless ears. In a little time the table was literally cleared, for girls who have toiled all day, with but a slender, cold lunch for dinner, cannot but be hungry at night. When the table was deserted poor Jessie looked in vain for a scrap for her supper. Miss Scrimp saw it, but she felt too cross and ugly to care, and so poor Jessie went without any supper, while Biddy Lani- gan and her mistress, as usual, had their strong tea and extra dishes. ‘“‘Never mind, I’ve got Miss Hattie’s letter in my bosom, and I'll tell all about the old cat, and how she opened it, and what she threatened to do to me if I told.” And this revenge in prospect satisfied poor Jessie better than a good supper would have done. She could hardly wait to help clear up the table and wash the dishes, so eager was she to get up to Hattie’s room. But the work was done at last, and Jessie, after her usualround of abuse from Biddy Lanigan, was sent off to bed, with orders to be astir before daylight, and ready to go to market. Now was her chance to see Hattie, for she had to pass Hattie’s room on her way to the miserable closet in the attic loft, where she slept. A trembling rap on the door of Hattie’s bedroom elicited a response in the sweet, low voice of the bindery girl. “Come in! Why, Little Jessie, is it you? Come in, dear, I have a nice bit of cake for you that I bought as I was coming home.’ ‘Dear Miss Hattie, I thank you ever so much, but Gomicboo (ele) m cS