"I am glad of it. Perhaps he has some more work for me!" thought the poor woman.
"I am afraid you find it hard work to get along in these days of high prices," said Philip, surveying the scantily furnished apartment.
"I do, indeed, sir," said Mrs. Lucas, sighing. "Rent and provisions are very high, and I can't always get work. I have a little girl of ten—she is out just now—but she cannot do much. I try to keep her at school, but I find it hard to keep her in decent clothing. It was a great help to me, the money I received for making your shirts."
"I shall have some more work soon," said Philip kindly. "Meanwhile will you accept this note? I hope it will be of service."
"Ten dollars!" exclaimed Mrs. Lucas in surprise. "You have made a mistake, sir. Have you not?"
"Not at all."
"Ah, sir, you don't know how much good it will do me," said the poor woman, her face lighted up with pleasure. "Thank you many times for your great kindness."
"You are quite welcome, Mrs. Lucas. It is New Year's Day, you know—I wish you a Happy New Year."
"Indeed, sir, you have done much to make it so."
There was a warm glow at Philip's heart as he went out into the street. His call had been a pleasant one.