And at this moment Penny heard what she thought the echo of her name.
"Penelope," said a strange voice; there was a faint, despairing ring in it.
Penelope stood still, turning her head quickly in the direction of the unfamiliar voice. Standing in the side path was a girl's figure; the hands were tremblingly clasped together, the face, thin and pale, eagerly watching her.
"Penelope—is it Penelope?" said the tired voice again. "Oh, was it for you he bought the screen?"
And in a moment more Nora Mayne felt her hands fast imprisoned in young Miss Harleford's. There were tears running down the English girl's cheeks.
"Oh, Nora," she said, joyfully, "I am so thankful to have found you!"
[to be continued.]
EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING.
Mamma. "If you continue to be so naughty, I'll have to buy a whip to punish you with."
Mimi. "But when I'm good, you'll let me play with it, won't you, mamma?"
[A fact.]