yon thought so too; and in his
character of farmer, he ordered pipes and glasses all around. And then
he made his escape, and went up stairs to see Sybil.

"Still moping over that depressing book. Put it away, Sybil, and get on
your bonnet, and throw a thick veil over it, and come out with me for a
walk; we have to buy something for our voyage, you know," said Lyon,
cheerfully.

Sybil with a sigh given to her fears, did as he requested her to do; and
the two went down stairs together.

"Going out for a walk, I reckon, farmer?" inquired the landlord, who
stood at the bar-room door with a pipe in his mouth.

"Aye, aye. You know these girls--when they find out that their pappies
have made a little bit of money, there is no peace till it's spent. My
girl is taking me out shopping, to buy gimcracks and things! I'll be
glad when I get her home again," grumbled Lyon.

"Well, well, she's your onliest one, and you mustn't be hard on her. My
Rachel gets all she wants, and deserves it too. Dinner at two o'clock,
sharp, farmer."

"Aye, aye! I know. Men o' my age never forget their dinners," said Lyon,
as he drew Sybil's arm within his own and led her out into the streets.

They went only into the back streets, and the poor shops, and they
bought only what was strictly necessary for their voyage; and having
concluded their purchases, they returned to the inn in time for dinner.

Sybil was very much depressed. She could not rally from the effect the
reading of that book had had upon her mind. She frequently repeated her
fervent aspiration:

"Oh! that the ship would sail to-day!"

Lyon encouraged her as much as he possibly could, but he had his own
private subject of anxiety. He had not of course told any one of his
intention to go abroad. Every one believed that, having sold out his
load, he would return home; but he was obliged to stay in the city
until the sailing of the ship, and he wanted a fair excuse to do so.

That evening the weather changed, and the sky clouded over, and the next
morning it rained, and it continued to rain for three days.

"This here will make them there roads so bad that we shan't be able to
travel for a week, even if it does clear up soon," grumbled and growled
the self-styled farmer, feeling glad all the while of an excuse to stay
until the ship should sail.

"No, that you won't," echoed his friend the landlord, glad to retain a
guest with whom he was pleased.

On the third day of the rai