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156 | GRATIA’S TRIALS. CHAPTER XXVIII. SITUATION AS GOVERNESS. ‘‘Back again, be you?” said Mrs. Carkley, when Gratia once more made her appearance and requested to re-engage her old room for the present. ‘‘ Well, I dd tell Jane Smith there wouldn’t no luck follow your going away from here on a Friday.” In vain Gratia haunted intelligence offices, answered adver, tisements, and watched with piteous anxiety for every possible opportunity to earn her daily bread in a decent and creditable way ; no opening seemed to present itself, and in the mean- while her wretched little stock of money dwindled and grew less and less, in spite of her endeavors to eke it out by the strictest economy. Gratia had wept ecenital to as one night, when a soft, warm hand was laid on her forehead. She started up, believing herself to be still in a dream. | ‘* How light you sleep,” said Jenny Smith, laughing. ‘‘I’m late to-night, because there is a press of extra work on hand ; but better late than never, as the proverb says, and that’s just what I thought about you.” ‘About me, Jenny?” | ‘‘Yes—about a place for you, you know. I've heard of _ one I guess youd like, and I thought maybe you'd sleep better if I told you about it to-night. Mrs. Pennilon wants a governess for her four boys, and I believe you're the very one for the place.” ‘‘ How old are they ?” said Gratia, a little doubtfully. ‘“*Qh, the oldest is only thirteen. Such young Turks !” said Jenny. ‘‘They come down to the factory sometimes, and you would think it was Bedlam broken loose. They need a gov- Comicbooks.co m