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G@RATIA’S TRIALS. 157 erness if ever children did. Ellen Sypher is Mrs, Pennilon’s cousin—she’s forewoman in our room—and she was telling me about it. So I mentioned you, and Ellen’s of opinion you would just about suit, particularly if you don’t want a very high salary.” ‘‘T shall be thankful to earn anything,” cried Gratia, fer- - vently. **So I told her,” said Jenny. ‘‘And you're to call there to- morrow morning at nine oclock. So now good-night, because likely I’ll be off before you are up in the morning.” And Jenny went off, refusing even to listen to Gratia’s words of earnest thankfulness. That night Gratia slept more sweetly by far-than she had done since leaving Mrs. Osard’s, and the first thought in her head as she waked in the morning was of something hopeful ahead. The name ‘‘ Penniton,” in old English letters, on a mam- moth silver-plated shield, stared Gratia in the face for full five minutes, during which she stood waiting for some one to answer the bell. At last the door was opened by a coarsely dressed maid, aiid Gratia asked to see Mrs. Pennilon, and was shown into a gaudy reception-room. Presently Mrs. Pennilon, a fat, vulgar matron, trundled into the room. 3 } ‘*So you’re Miss Kempfield, are you ?” said she, patronizingly motioning her young visitor to be seated. Gratia inclined her head. ‘‘My cousin Ellen, at the factory, mentioned you to me, What can you teach ?” ‘«‘T presume,” said Gratia, ‘‘that Iam qualified to take the entire charge of the education of any children under thirteen or fourteen—except Latin. I never have devoted myself to the study of the dead languages,” ‘‘Oh, that don’t signify,” said Mrs. Pennilon, loftily. .‘* No- Gomichooks.co m_