it, my dear, as fast as you can."

"But when one _isn't_ a child, things are so different. It is easy to
trust and give up for a child's things; but when one is a woman"----

"It is just the same, dear Miss Dolly! Our great affairs, they are but
child's matters to the Lord's eyes. The difference is in
ourselves--when our hearts get proud, and our self-will gets up."

"I wish I could be like a child now," said Dolly from the depths of her
heart. "I feel as if I were carrying the whole family on my shoulders,
and as if _I_ must do it."

"You cannot, my dear! Your shoulders will break. 'Casting your care
upon Him,' the Bible says--'for He careth for you.'"

"One does not see Him"---- said Dolly, with her eyes very full.

"Faith can see," the housekeeper returned; and then there was a long
silence; while the carriage rattled along over the streets, and
threaded its way through the throng of business, or bread-seekers or
pleasure-seekers. So many people! Dolly wondered if every one of them
carried his secret burden of care, as she was doing; and if they were,
she wondered how the world lived on and bore the multitudinous strain.
Oh, to be a child, in the full, blessed sense of the term!

CHAPTER XVI.

A FIGHT.

The cab stopped, and Dolly's heart gave a great thump against her ribs.
What was she afraid of?

Mrs. Jersey said she would wait in the cab, and Dolly applied herself
to the door-knocker. A servant came, a stupid one seemingly.

"Is Mr. Copley at home?"

"I dunno."

"Will you find out, please?"

"Jemima, who's that?" called a voice of authority from behind the
scenes.

"Somebody arter the gentleman, ma'am. I dunno, is he in his room?"

The owner of the voice came forward; a portly, respectable landlady.
She surveyed Dolly, glanced at the cab, became very civil, invited
Dolly in, and sent the maid upstairs to make inquiries, declaring she
did not know herself whether the gentleman were out or in. Dolly would
not sit down. The girl brought down word that Mr. Copley was not out of
his bedroom yet.

"I went in the parlour, ma'am, and knocked, ma'am; and I might as well
ha' axed my broom, ma'am."

"I'll go up," said Dolly hastily; and waiting for no answer, she
brushed past landlady and maid and ran up the stairs. Then paused.

"Which rooms? on the first floor?"

The woman of the house came bustling after her up the stairs and opened
the door of a sitting-room. It was very comfortably furnish