An Introduction to the SSEffeWfif. w Whose child are you ?M demanded the houackeepe/. {i Mother’s/* re*plied the boy. “ I suspected a» much,” rejoined the inquisitor, half aside' to Mrs. Jennings. “ And I beau’t no ways surprised to hear it, I promise you,” he replied. Mrs. Thompson sighed deeply. “It is dreadful!” said she. Then, after taking a moment to recover herself, she resumed, “ And where does the unhappy person live ?” “ Please, ma’am, who ?” said the puzzled boy. “ The— your mother, child. Shame upon you for forcing me to name her I” Michael gave a little shake of the head, which seemed to the merciful kitchenmaid to say that he did not know what the great lady meant; but he presently replied, as if discreetly determined to mind only what he did understand, “ Mother lives in Hoxley-lane, ma’am.” “ The most deplorable situation in the whole parish, inhabited onljr by the very lowest!” observed the housekeeper, with another indignant sigh. So much the worse for she,” muttered the kitchenmaid ; but not loud enough to be heard by her in whose hands rested the appointment of kitchenmaids as well as cooks. “ And why does such asyou come here?*’ resumed the housekeeper. “Because the squire ordered t’other man to bring me/’ answeredMichael,—Michael Armstrong, the Factory Boy, by Mrs, Trollope.