That was the most memorable evening of her life, and she was

glad that she could not see herself, for she would have died with

Her benefactor in the machinery department, Herr Sivertsen,

visited her every Sunday, but it was a long time from Sunday to

Sunday. In the latter time, therefore, she used to have in a little

child "for the scraps;" that is to say, to eat up the remains of the

dinner. It was a child employed in the ballet, one that certainly

wanted feeding. The little one used to appear, sometimes as an elf,