"0h, never talk that way, Margery," exclaimed Rose Standish; "we must all keepup heart, our own and one another's."

"Ah, well a day--I suppose so, but then I look at my good Master Brewsterand remember how, when I was a child, he was at our good Queen Elizabeth'scourt, ruffling it with the best, and everybody exclaimed that there wasn't ayoung man that had good fortune to equal his. Why, Master Davidson, theQueen's Secretary of State, thought all the world of him; and when hewent to Holland on the Queen's business, he must take him along; and whenhe took the keys of the cities there, it was my master that he trustedthem to, who used to sleep with them under his pillow. I remember when hecame home to the Queen's court, wearing the great gold chain that theStates had given him. Ah me! I little thought he would ever come to apoor man's coat, then!"

"Well, good Margery," exclaimed Rose, "it isn't the coat, but the heart underit--that's the thing. Thou hast more cause of pride in thy master'spoverty than inside his riches."