required to show herself much more than ever before. Katy did not
repine at this, though her mother did, for their pride, as my

young friends have discovered, was of very different kinds.
Katy did wish she had a little better dress, and a little better

bonnet for her first attempt in the mercantile calling; but there
was no help for it. She had mended her clothes as well as she

could, and as they were clean, she was pretty well satisfied with
her personal appearance. Besides, people would not be half so apt

to buy her candy if she were well dressed, as if she were rather
plainly clothed. In short, it was all for the best.

After breakfast she prepared herself for the duties of the day.
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she was placing the candy on the tray, which she had previously
covered with white paper. to render her wares the more inviting,

her mother gave her a long lecture on the trials and difficulties
in her path, and the proper way to encounter them.

"Now, my dear child," said Mrs. Redburn, in conclusion "if any
evil person insults you, do not resent it, but run away as fast

as you can."
"Shan't I say anything, mother?"

"Not a word."
"But if some naughty boy or girl, no bigger than I am myself,

should be saucy to me, I think I can give them as good as they
send."

"Don't do it, Katy."
"They have no business to insult me."

"That is very true; but when you use bad or violent language to
them, you go down to their level."

"But if they begin it?"
"No matter, Katy; if they are unkind and wicked, it is no reason

that you should be unkind and wicked. If you leave them without
resenting their insults, the chances are that they will be

ashamed of themselves before you get out of sight. You need not
be low and vile because others are."

"I guess you are right, mother."
"You know what the Bible says: `If thine enemy hunger, feed him;

if he thirst, give him drink, for in so doing thou shalt heap
coals of fire on his head.' "

"I won't say a word, mother, whatever they say to me. I'll be as
meek as Moses."

"I hope you will not be gone long," added Mrs. Redburn.
"I have thirty sticks of candy here. I don't think it will take

me long to sell the whole of them. I shall be back by dinner time
whether I sell them or not for you know I must go to Mrs. Gordon

again to-day. Now, good-by, mother, and don't you worry about me,
for I will do everything just as though you were looking at me."

Katy closed the door behind her, and did not see the great tears
that slid down her mother's pale cheek as she departed. It was

well she did not, for it would have made her heart very sad to
know all the sorrow and anxiety that distressed her mother as she

saw her going out into the crowded streets of a great city, to
expose herself to a thousand temptations. She wept long and

bitterly in the solitude of her chamber, and perhaps her wounded
pride caused many of her tears to flow. But better thoughts came

at last, and she took up the Bible which lay on the bed, and read
a few passages. Then she prayed to God that he would be with Katy

in the midst of the crowd, and guide her safely through the
perils and temptations that would assail her. She tried to banish

her foolish pride, when she considered her circumstances, she
could almost believe it was a wicked pride; but when she

endeavored to be reconciled to her lot, the thought of her
father's fine house, and the servants that used to wait upon her,

came up, and the struggle in her heart was very severe. In spite
of all she had said to Katy about the disgrace of selling candy

in the streets, she could not but be thankful that the poor girl
had none of her foolish pride. She read in the New Testament

about the lowly life which Jesus and the apostles led, and then
asked herself what right she had to be proud. And thus she

struggled through the long hours she remained alone--trying to be
humble, trying to be good and true. Those who labor and struggle

as hard as she did are always the better for it, even though they
do not achieve a perfect triumph over the passions that torment

them.
Katy blushed when she met the keeper of the grocery at the corner

of the court, for in spite of all her fine talk about false
pride, she had not entirely banished it from her heart. Some

queer ideas came into her head as she thought what she was doing.
What would her grandfather, the rich Liverpool merchant, say,

should he meet her then? Of course he would not know her; he
would be ashamed of her. But she did not permit such reflections

as these to influence her; and as soon as she was conscious of
the nature of her thoughts she banished them.

"I'm going to support my mother, and I have no right to be proud.
If I meet my grandfather, I should like to sell him twenty sticks

of candy."
"Hallo, Katy! What are you going to do?" said a voice behind,

which she recognized as that of her friend Tommy Howard.
"I'm going to sell this candy," replied Katy.

"You're a spunky one; mother told me all about it. I should like
two sticks," said Tommy, as he offered her the money.

"Take two, Tommy, and as many more as you like."
"Two is all I want;" and he placed the two cents on the tray.

"No, Tommy, I won't take your money," replied Katy, with a blush,
for she felt ashamed to take his money.

"That's no way to trade," laughed Tommy. "You won't make much, it
you do so. Keep the money and I will keep the candy."

"I can't keep it, Tommy."
"You must; if you don't take the money, I won't take the candy."

"I owe you two cents, Tommy. I will pay you now."
"No, you don't!"

"Please to take them; I shall feel very bad, if you don't."
Tommy Howard looked her in the eye a moment; he saw a tear there.

Her pride was wounded, and he took the two cents from the tray,
for he did not wish to give her pain.

"Now, we are square, Tommy," said Katy, as her face brightened up
again.

"Yes, we are, but I don't like it pretty well. One of these days,
when you get out of this scrape, I will let you give me as much

candy as you have a mind to."
This was very obliging of Tommy; and when Katy understood his

motive, she was sorry she had not permitted him to pay for the
candy, for she saw that he did not feel just right about the

transaction. It was not exactly mercantile, but then the heart
comes before commerce. As she walked along, she could not help

thinking that her natural generosity might seriously interfere
with the profits of her enterprise. She had a great many friends;

and it became a knotty question for her to decide whether, if she
met any of her school companions, she should give each of them a

stick of candy. She would like to do so very much indeed; but it
was certain she could not afford to pursue such a liberal policy.

It was a hard question, and, hoping she should not meet any of
her schoolmates, she determined to refer it to her mother for

settlement.
When she got into Washington Street, she felt that the time for

action had come. Now was the time to sell candy; and yet she did