"Oh, Mother, Mother!" cried poor Amelia in reply. "You told me nothing--I--I promised him the books. I--I only sold my shawl this morning. Take the money--take everything"--and with quivering hands she took out her silver, and her sovereigns--her precious golden sovereigns, which she thrust into the hands of her mother, whence they overflowed and tumbled, rolling down the stairs.

"Oh, Mother, Mother!" cried poor Amelia. "You told me nothing. I promised him the books. I - I only sold my shawl this morning. Take the money - take everything," and with quivering hands she took out her silver, and her precious sovereigns, which she thrust into the hands of her mother.
