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It
was
not
easy
to
determine
,
for
she
was
timid
and
fearful
of
being
repulsed
.
Here
was
a
crying
child
,
and
there
a
noisy
wife
.
In
this
,
the
people
seemed
too
poor
;
in
that
,
too
many
.
At
length
she
stopped
at
one
where
the
family
were
seated
round
the
table
—
chiefly
because
there
was
an
old
man
sitting
in
a
cushioned
chair
beside
the
hearth
,
and
she
thought
he
was
a
grandfather
and
would
feel
for
hers
.
There
were
besides
,
the
cottager
and
his
wife
,
and
three
young
sturdy
children
,
brown
as
berries
.
The
request
was
no
sooner
preferred
,
than
granted
.
The
eldest
boy
ran
out
to
fetch
some
milk
,
the
second
dragged
two
stools
towards
the
door
,
and
the
youngest
crept
to
his
mother
’
s
gown
,
and
looked
at
the
strangers
from
beneath
his
sunburnt
hand
.
‘
God
save
you
,
master
,
’
said
the
old
cottager
in
a
thin
piping
voice
;
‘
are
you
travelling
far
?
’
‘
Yes
,
Sir
,
a
long
way
’
—
replied
the
child
;
for
her
grandfather
appealed
to
her
.
‘
From
London
?
’
inquired
the
old
man
.
The
child
said
yes
.
Ah
!
He
had
been
in
London
many
a
time
—
used
to
go
there
often
once
,
with
waggons
.
It
was
nigh
two
-
and
-
thirty
year
since
he
had
been
there
last
,
and
he
did
hear
say
there
were
great
changes
.
Like
enough
!
He
had
changed
,
himself
,
since
then
.
Two
-
and
-
thirty
year
was
a
long
time
and
eighty
-
four
a
great
age
,
though
there
was
some
he
had
known
that
had
lived
to
very
hard
upon
a
hundred
—
and
not
so
hearty
as
he
,
neither
—
no
,
nothing
like
it
.
‘
Sit
thee
down
,
master
,
in
the
elbow
chair
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
knocking
his
stick
upon
the
brick
floor
,
and
trying
to
do
so
sharply
.
‘
Take
a
pinch
out
o
’
that
box
;
I
don
’
t
take
much
myself
,
for
it
comes
dear
,
but
I
find
it
wakes
me
up
sometimes
,
and
ye
’
re
but
a
boy
to
me
.
I
should
have
a
son
pretty
nigh
as
old
as
you
if
he
’
d
lived
,
but
they
listed
him
for
a
so
’
ger
—
he
come
back
home
though
,
for
all
he
had
but
one
poor
leg
.
He
always
said
he
’
d
be
buried
near
the
sun
-
dial
he
used
to
climb
upon
when
he
was
a
baby
,
did
my
poor
boy
,
and
his
words
come
true
—
you
can
see
the
place
with
your
own
eyes
;
we
’
ve
kept
the
turf
up
,
ever
since
.
’
He
shook
his
head
,
and
looking
at
his
daughter
with
watery
eyes
,
said
she
needn
’
t
be
afraid
that
he
was
going
to
talk
about
that
,
any
more
.
He
didn
’
t
wish
to
trouble
nobody
,
and
if
he
had
troubled
anybody
by
what
he
said
,
he
asked
pardon
,
that
was
all
.
The
milk
arrived
,
and
the
child
producing
her
little
basket
,
and
selecting
its
best
fragments
for
her
grandfather
,
they
made
a
hearty
meal
.
