she had something else to rely upon besides the old scoundrel's assurances.
There was nothing to be seen down the lane except a single cart with a loutish young man walking at the horse's head. She had a horror of the country folk since her encounter with the two bumpkins upon the Sunday. She therefore slipped away from the gate, and went through the wood to the shed, which she mounted. On the other side of the wall there was standing a little boy in buttons, so rigid and motionless that he might have been one of Madame Tussaud's figures, were it not for his eyes, which were rolling about in every direction, and which finally fixed themselves on Kate's face.
"Good morning, miss," said this apparition.
"Good morning," she answered. "I think I saw you with Mrs. Scully yesterday?"
"Yes, miss. Missus, she told me to wait here and never to move until I seed you. She said as you would be sure to come. I've been waitin' here for nigh on an hour."
"Your mistress is an angel," Kate said enthusiastically, "and you are a very good little boy."
"Indeed, you've hit it about the missus," said the youth, in a hoarse whisper, nodding his head to emphasize his remarks. "She's got a heart as is big enough for three."
Kate could not help smiling at the enthusiasm with which the little fellow spoke.
"You seem fond of her," she said.
"I'd be a bad 'un if I wasn't. She took me out of the work'us without character or nothing, and now she's a-educatin' of me. She sent me 'ere with a message?"
"What was it?"
"She said as how she had written instead o' electro-telegraphing, 'cause she had so much to say she couldn't fit it all on a telegraph."
"I thought that would be so," Kate said.
"She wrote to Major—Major—him as is a-follerin' of her. She said as she had no doubt as he'd be down to-day,
