pice,[1] and give it to the fakeers[2] who were blind or lame, or such as seemed to be in real distress, as far as it would go.
One day Henry came into the lady's room and found her opening a box of books. "Come," said she, "Henry, help me to unpack these books, and to carry them to my bookcase." Now, while they were thus busy, and little Henry was much pleased to think that he could make him-
