come to the house, too! I've got lots of nice things for you to see."
"Perhaps I won't have time to come," returned Franklin, kindly, much pleased by the little girl's innocent and cordial manner. "I am going to Paterson to work—if Mr. Brice can find me a place."
"Did he say he would find you a place?"
"He said he would try."
"Then he'll get the place. He can do anything, papa Brice can. Here is where we take the street cars, isn't it?"
"Yes." They came to a halt on the corner. "You are rather young to travel alone," Franklin continued. "Are you not afraid of getting lost?"
"Oh, I know the way to Orange, for I have been there a number of times with papa Brice. I've been spending New Year's with Lottie King and her mamma, and I had a splendid time. "Oh, you didn't tell me your name."
"My name is Franklin Bell."
"That's as nice as mine. And are you going to stay in Paterson?"
"I expect to—if I get a situation," returned the young electrician.
At that moment a car came along and Franklin assisted her on board and took a seat beside her. The ride to the Erie depot was quite a long one, and during it Cora plied him with questions, all of