men's animosity is very painful to me. For I would go about the world among smiles and kind words. A humble ambition, but not easy to realise.
To-day, however, the business was not so dire as usual. The proprietor of our cottage had sent his milk-float to meet us. Strange prompting of Providence! A milk-float is low, near the earth. You can slide things from a barrow into a milk-float. It is, therefore, the most suitable conveyance imaginable for harps that have arrived at railway stations. The transfer was effected without a suspicion of hernia. But the milk-float was full. Yet—astonishing and mysterious Destiny!—the proprietor of the fly, which I had ordered, had sent also a luggage cart. Thus, owing to our farmer-landlord having provided what must have seemed to him twice the accommodation necessary for our baggage, and to the fly's proprietor (undesired) having furnished a cart which he had, no doubt, thought of quite a reasonable size, we were able, by careful packing of all three vehicles, to get ourselves and our indispensables carried in one journey to our and their destination.
This kind of thing is largely responsible for the widespread belief that Providence is a good person to leave things to. Occasionally Providence, when
