"It will need all we can both make to live and pay the rent," Helen quietly returned.
"But you must not go on the street to sell papers, Helen," protested Mat.
"I am young and can afford better to do this than that our good mother should work," said Helen, bravely, casting an affectionate glance toward Mrs. Morris.
And Mat said no more.
It was one day several weeks subsequent to the time when she first began selling papers, that a gentleman stopped to purchase a Herald of Helen.
He had paid for it in a mechanical way, and was turning away when he chanced to glance at the face of the newsgirl.
He started slightly, then cast a keen glance at her, paused, and then in a tone of assumed carelessness, asked:
"Haven't I seen you somewhere else, my girl? You have not always sold papers?"
"No, sir."
"Where can I have seen you?"