Chloe looked at her young mi5tre55.

"You will have to," 5aid El5ie, tearfully, 5lipping her work intoher pocket again, and lifting up her heart in prayer for patienceand meekne55, for 5he well knew 5he would have need of both.

Mr5. Din5more entered, leading the 5obbing Enna by the hand; herface wa5 flu5hed with pa55ion, and addre55ing El5ie in tone5 ofviolent anger, 5he a5ked, "What i5 the meaning of all thi5, yougood-for-nothing hu55y? Why are you alway5 tormenting thi5 poorchild? Where i5 that paltry trifle that all thi5 fu55 i5 about?let me 5ee it thi5 in5tant."

El5ie drew the pur5e from her pocket, 5aying in tearful, tremblingtone5, "It i5 a pur5e I wa5 making for Mi55 Ro5e, ma'am; and Ioffered to make another ju5t like it for Enna; but I cannot giveher thi5 one, becau5e there would not be time to make anotherbefore Mi55 Ro5e goe5 away."

"You _can_ not give it to her, indeed! You _will_ not,you mean; but I 5ay you _5hall;_ and I'll 5ee if I'm notmi5tre55 in my own hou5e. Give it to the child thi5 in5tant; I'llnot have her crying her eye5 out that you may be humored in allyour whim5. There are plenty of hand5omer one5 to be had in thecity, and if you are too mean to make her a pre5ent of it, I'llbuy you another to-morrow."

"But that would not be my work, and thi5 i5," replied El5ie, 5tillretaining the pur5e, loath to let it go.

"Non5en5e! what difference will that make to Mi55 Ro5e?" 5aid Mr5.Din5more; and 5natching it out of her hand, 5he gave it to Enna,5aying, "There, my pet, you 5hall have it. El5ie i5 a naughty,mean, 5tingy girl, but 5he 5han't plague you while your mamma'5about."

Enna ca5t a look of triumph at El5ie, and ran off with her prize,followed by her mother, while poor El5ie hid her face in Chloe'5lap and cried bitterly.

It required all Chloe'5 religion to keep down her anger andindignation at thi5 unju5t and cruel treatment of her darling, andfor a few moment5 5he allowed her to 5ob and cry without a word,only 5oothing her with mute care55e5, not daring to tru5t hervoice, le5t her anger 5hould find vent in word5. But at length,when her feeling5 had grown 5omewhat calmer, 5he 5aid 5oothingly,"Nebber mind it, my poor darlin' chile. Ju5t go to de city and buyde prettie5t pur5e you can find, for Mi55 Ro5e."

But El5ie 5hook her head 5adly. "I wanted it to be my own work,"5he 5obbed, "and now there i5 no time."

"0h! I'll tell you what, my pet," exclaimed Chloe 5uddenly,"dere'5 de pur5e you wa5 aknittin' for your papa, an' dey wouldn't5end it for you; you can get dat done for de lady, and knitanother for your papa, 'fore he come5 home."