cult to convince myself I am not going over
another edition of that scene in a dream.
dear ! the little woman has fainted! She
is in my arms. What a wake up there is!
Even boots find their level on the floor; windows that no one had strength to open, are
thrown up without discussion; private little
brandy-bottles suddenly appear from the most
innocent-looking carpet-bags, and from the
most staid-looking women. What a world of
kind feeling a faint, even, will bring to the
surface of the most indifferent group, when it
is needed. I decide to keep to this woman
till she has a little sleep. Every body goes
off again ; the danger is over; she sleeps quietly in my arms ; while, with my feet, I keep
romping Miss Ella, from rolling on to the
floor.
Thursday morning, long before you are up, the cars make a ten-minutes stop in Her Majesty's dominions; and you can fancy me stepping out to an eating house, with my miniature tea-pot in hand, to get it filled with hot tea. I go at a venture, for they sell it only to breakfast-eaters; but it was a kindly-lookin a woman whom I addressed, and she gave
