e more proposal:--take the woman
into the carriage, and let Edward and me walk two or three miles. Three
miles will be quite a lift to her, and Ned will lead the little boy."

Mrs. Sackville could not resist Julia's eagerness, and after some
consultation with her husband and brother, she consented to the
arrangement, though it involved them in some inconvenience and delay. It
was as much a matter of principle as feeling with her, never to permit
her own personal accommodation to interfere with the claims of humanity.
A child is more impressed with a single example of disinterestedness,
than with a hundred admonitions on the subject. Mrs. Sackville had some
difficulty in overcoming the scruples of Mrs. Barton, who felt a modest
awkwardness at seating herself in the carriage with her superiors; but
when they reached the Canada shore, the necessary arrangements were
made, and she being at last persuaded, on the ground of gratifying the
children, took their place in the carriage, and it drove off and left
Edward and Julia to follow with little Richard Barton, and Tristram with
the wallet.

Mr. Morris was one of those thrifty people, who can never see any
necessity of poverty, and though he was in the main kind hearted, he was
rather inclined to be severe in his judgment of the wretched. Poverty
was always suspicious in his eyes. No sooner were they seated and well
under way, than he said, "It is a mystery to me, my good woman, why
people who have not any spare cash should always be travelling.
Sometimes they are going up country to see a relation--and sometimes
down country. All their kindred are sure to live at their antipodes."

Mrs. Barton kept her eyes downcast on her child, and made no reply.
"Now," continued Mr. Morris, "what use or pleasure there can be in
lugging children from Dan to Beersheba, is more than I can imagine."

"God knows, I do not travel for the pleasure of it," meekly replied the
poor woman.

"Oh, no, no--I dare say not--I dare say not"--said Mr. Morris, who had
whiffed away his pet with the first breath. "You are of another sort.
But, pray, my friend, what are you travelling for?"

"To join my husband at Quebec."

"Your husband at Quebec--and you here! how the deuce came that about?"

"My child has fallen asleep," replied Mrs. Barton, turning to
Mrs. Sackville; "and if you, ma'am, will condescend to hear the cause
of my being here--there is no reason that I should be loath to tell it;
only y