The tears sprang to Millicent’s eyes as she rose and kissed her visitor.
“Thank you, dear Miss Heathery,” she cried. “I shall never forget this unassuming kindness, but it is impossible that I can take your help.”
“Oh, dear me! I was afraid you would say so, and yet it is so sad to run short. Couldn’t you really let me help you, my dear?”
“No, it is impossible,” said Millicent, smiling gently. “Is it quite impossible?” said Miss Heathery.
“Yes, dear; but believe me, if I were really in great need I would come to you for help.”
“You promise me that, dear?” cried the little woman, rising.
“I promise you that,” said Millicent, and her visitor went away overjoyed.