PROMISING.
"How many of my little girls would like to help in a good work?" asked Miss Ashton, some two or three days after this.
Ten little hands went up. Ten? Nay, I think there were thirteen or fourteen; for some of the children were not content with holding up one, but raised both in their zeal to show Miss Ashton they were ready to do what she asked.
Miss Ashton went on to explain.
"I think you will all remember," she said, "the lame soldier who was run over and killed on the corner of this street?"
There was a murmur of assenting voices, and little Belle added,—
"Papa said it was a very generous thing for you and Mrs. Ashton to take care of his three children, Miss Ashton; and I think so too."
Miss Ashton smiled at her, and continued,—