'I'm glad of that, dearie

'I'mglad of that, dearie; for I haven't been able to get my little girlanything but a rosy apple. Poor airmax shoes bird!Give it some of your warm bread and milk.'

'Why,mother, what a big bowlful! I'm afraid you gave me all the milk,'said Tilly, smiling over the nice, steaming supper jordanshoes thatstood ready for her.

'I'vehad plenty, dear. Sit down and dry your wet feet, and put the bird inmy basket on this warm flannel.'

Tillypeeped into the closet and saw nothing there but dry bread.

'Mother'sgiven greenjordan shoes meall the milk, and is going without her tea, 'cause she knows I'mhungry. Now I'll surprise her, and she shall have a good supper too.She is going to split wood, and I'll fix it while she's gone.'

SoTilly put down the old tea-pot, carefully poured out a part of themilk, and from her pocket produced a great, plummy bun, that one ofthe jordans9 school-childrenhad given her, and she had saved for her mother. A slice of the drybread was nicely toasted, and the bit of butter set by for her put onit. When her mother came in there was the table drawn up in a warmplace, a hot cup of tea ready, and Tilly and birdie waiting for her.

Sucha poor little supper, and yet redjordan shoes sucha happy one; for love, charity, and contentment were guests there,and that Christmas eve was a blither one than that up at the greathouse, where lights shone, fires blazed, a great tree glittered, andmusic sounded, as the children danced and played.

'Wemust go to bed early, for we've only wood 23jordan shoes enoughto last over to-morrow. I shall be paid for my work the day after,and then we can get some,' said Tilly's mother, as they sat by thefire.

'Ifmy bird was only a fairy bird, and would give us three wishes, hownice it would be! Poor dear, he can't give me any thing; but it's nomatter,' answered Tilly, looking at the teamjordan shoes robin,who lay in the basket with his head under his wing, a mere littlefeathery bunch.

'Hecan give you one thing, Tilly,--the pleasure of doing good. That isone of the sweetest things in life; and the poor can airjordans 11 enjoyit as well as the rich.'

Asher mother spoke, with her tired hand softly stroking her littledaughter's hair, Tilly suddenly started and pointed to the window,saying, in a frightened whisper,--

'Isaw a face,--aairjordans 1 man's face, looking in! It's gone now; but I truly saw it.'

'Sometraveller attracted by the light perhaps. I'll go and see.' AndTilly's mother went to the door.

Noone was there. The wind blew cold, the stars shone, the snow laywhite on field and wood, and the Christmas moon was glitteringinjordanretro i the sky.

'Whatsort of a face was it?' asked Tilly's mother, coming back.

'Apleasant sort of face, I think; but I was so startled I don't quiteknow what it was like. I wish we had a curtain there,' said suprashoes Tilly.