Twilight Stories
around for her aunt's long woolen wrapper and her day slippers, "for she told me she should want to see them some time. Then, Auntie—oh, then!"     

       The young girl in her eagerness climbed upon the old bed to lay her fresh young cheek against the pale thin one. How she longed to put brightness into the poor invalid's life!     

       "Remember," said Aunt Sylvia lightly, to hide the tears in her voice,       "your fortune's to be made. Only be prompt and thorough, and put your whole mind to your work. That is the secret of success."     

       "I will, Auntie, oh, I WILL!" cried Caryl happily, "and Viny will do well, I guess," she added, the gleeful tones dropping down with an anxious note.     

       "Viny will prove a capital little nurse, I expect," said Miss Sylvia cheerfully; "now the day won't wait, Caryl, so get your old auntie up."     

       "My old auntie is just LOVELY," cried the girl, hopping off from the bed, and flying around merrily, well pleased at last when the invalid was in her chair, to see a little faint, pink color stealing up the wan cheek.     

       "The best cap, Aunt Sylvia—the best cap!" she cried, running for the one with the fresh lavender ribbons.     

       "What an extravagant puss!" exclaimed Aunt Sylvia, willing to humor the gay little heart, and tapping her cheek as the young girl settled the cap on the lovely gray hair.     

       "Everything must be best to-day," cried Caryl recklessly. "It's all fresh and new and fine! All the world is made just for us."     

       Maum Patty saw Caryl run down the dirty little brick path that served for all the lodgers in the old house as a walk to the broken-down gate, with her color-box under her arm, and her little roll of pictures in her hand, and heaved a sigh from her ample bosom.     

       "Dat chile can't make no fortin' like she's a-tinkin' of, but laws! let her try. Here, yer Viny, yer, be off up to de Missis' room. Scat now! De pore lettle lamb," she mourned, as her hopeful grandchild unwillingly dragged her recreant feet off to her duties, leaving her grandmother to pursue her reflections in peace, "it mos' busts my heart to see her a-workin' an' de Missis keepin' up an' pretendin' she's as 
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