good-morning and went to tell my sister what I had heard."

"They did not wish to have the girl brought back to them?"

"Oh, no, sir; they'd had enough of her. They said she must go to her
home in London. And Mrs. Rowles knew that you would be going to town
to-day, and she promised to send word to you that I would bring this
runaway here to meet you; and Mrs. Rowles said she knew you would see
her safe home, because you are always ready to help everybody."

Mrs. Webster smiled. "And what did Mr. Rowles say about his niece?"

"Oh, he said she was a regular bad un; went off alone in the boat and
got shipwrecked. He said she had a father who never thought of getting
up to work until other folks were going to bed, and what else could
you expect from the daughter of such a man as that? But the old
gentleman who had got out of the boat said, 'Tut, nonsense!' and
seemed to want to have an argument with Rowles after I had left. And
now, sir, I see your train coming, and I have talked myself out; so
good-morning to you and to your good lady."

Lifting his hat, Mrs. Bosher's brother went away, and Juliet saw no
more of him. She was pushed into a carriage with the vicar and Mrs.
Webster. Indignant she was, and unhappy; all her folly and all her
wickedness were coming back upon her now.

During the long, hot journey up to London Mr. Webster several times
spoke very severely to Juliet. He knew enough of her story to be aware
that she was selfish and conceited, unwilling to be taught, and
resolved to have her own way. He told her how she might have lived
most happily at the lock until a nice little situation had been found
for her; but she had spoilt everything, and made her uncle and aunt
glad to get rid of her. He told her that unless she could become more
humble and teachable she would never learn anything good; that it is
the childlike, humble souls which grow in wisdom and in favour with
God and man.

Mrs. Webster did not say much, but looked so gently at Juliet that her
looks had almost as much effect as her husband's words. The experience
of the last few days, her frights, her misfortunes, the gun of Mrs.
Bosher's brother, the locking up in Mrs. Bosher's house, this sudden
journey home, all showed Juliet that she had tried the patience of
grown-up people more than they could bear. She looked with hazy eyes
on the country that they were passing through; she hardly saw the
fields and trees. But at length she noticed that