weather, though feed they must, sooner or later, I depend; and then who

is there but Mr. Cheeseman?"

"How grand he do look upon that black horse, quite as solid as if he was

glued to it!" the lady of the shop replied, as she put away the money;

"and to do that without victuals is beyond a young man's power. He

looks like what they used to call a knight upon an errand, in the

picture-books, when I was romantic, only for the hair that comes under

his nose. Ah! his errand will be to break the hearts of the young ladies

that goes down upon the sands in their blue gowns, I'm afraid, if they

can only manage with the hair below his nose."

"And do them good, some of them, and be a judgment from the Lord, for

the French style in their skirts is a shocking thing to see. What should

we have said when you and I were young, my dear? But quick step is the

word for me, for I expect my Jenny home on her day out from the Admiral,

and no Harry in the house to look after her. Ah! dimity-parlours is a

thing as may happen to cut both ways, Mrs. Cheeseman."

Widow Shanks had good cause to be proud of her cottage, which was the

prettiest in Springhaven, and one of the most commodious. She had fought

a hard fight, when her widowhood began, and the children were too young

to help her, rather than give up the home of her love-time, and the

cradle of her little ones. Some of her neighbours (who wanted the house)

were sadly pained at her stubbornness, and even dishonesty, as they put

it, when she knew that she never could pay her rent. But "never is a

long time," according to the proverb; and with the forbearance of

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