“I waited a moment for you, my dear, because I’m in haste, and very glad to save myself a journey or a note,” began the newcomer in a low tone as Rose shook hands with the most affectionate respect. “You know the great box factory was burned a day or two ago and over a hundred girls thrown out of work. Some were hurt and are in the hospital, many have no homes to go to, and nearly all need temporary help of some sort. We’ve had so many calls this winter I hardly know which way to turn, for want is pressing, and I’ve had my finger in so many purses I’m almost ashamed to ask again. Any little contribution ah, thank you, I was sure you wouldn’t fail me, my good child,” and Mrs. Gardener warmly pressed the hand that went so quickly into the little porte-monnaie and came out so generously fille
