the steps: "what shall I carry
for you?"

"Well, you are a good kind boy," replied she; "can you carry that
bundle? I'll manage all the rest."

Joey tossed the bundle on his shoulder in a moment.

"Well, you are a strong little chap," said the waterman.

"He is a very nice little fellow, and a kind one. Now, come along, and
I'll not forget you."

Joey followed with the bundle, until they arrived at a narrow door, not
eighty yards from the landing-place, and the woman asked him if he would
carry it upstairs to the first floor, which he did.

"Do you want me any more?" said Joey, setting down the bundle.

"No, dear, no; but I must give you something for your trouble. What do
you expect?"

"Nothing at all," replied Joey; "and I shall not take anything; you're
very welcome; good-bye;" and so saying, Joey walked downstairs, although
the woman halloed after him, and recommenced his peregrination in the
streets of Gravesend; but he was soon tired of walking on the pavement,
which was none of the best, and he then thought that he would go out
into the country, and enjoy the green fields; so off he set, the same
way that he came into the town, passed by the school of little Emma, and
trudged away on the road, stopping every now and then to examine what
attracted his notice; watching a bird if it sang on the branch of a
tree, and not moving lest he should frighten it away; at times sitting
down by the road-side, and meditating or the past and the future. The
day was closing in, and Joey was still amusing himself as every boy who
has been confined to a schoolroom would do; he sauntered on until he
came to the very spot where he had been crying, and had met with little
Emma Phillips; and as he sat down again, he thought of her sweet little
face, and her kindness towards him--and there he remained some time till
he was roused by some one singing as they went along the road. He
looked up, and perceived it was the little girl, who was returning from
school. Joey rose immediately, and walked towards her to meet her, but
she did not appear to recognise him, and would have passed him if he had
not said, "Don't you know me?"

"Yes, I do now," replied she, smiling, "but I did not at first--you have
put on another dress; I have been thinking of you all day--and, do you
know, I've got a black mark for not saying my lesson," added the little
girl, with a sigh.

"And, then, it is my fault," replied Joey; "I'm very sorry."