child, lying at home in its innocent cradle. She almost felt as though she must hasten home to make sure it was still as clean and wholesome as before.
"And the young girl?" she asked, timidly.
"No doubt you noticed her—her condition."
"No. You mean—"
The fat gentleman whispered some words.
Mrs. Warden started:" By the man!— the man of the house?"
"Yes, madam, I am sorry to have to tell you so; but you can understand that these people—" and he whispered again.
This was too much for Mrs. Warden. She turned almost dizzy, and accepted the gentleman's arm. They now walked rapidly towards the carriage, which was standing a little farther off than the spot at which she had left it.
For the immovable one had achieved a feat which even the humorist had acknowledged with an elaborate oath.
After sitting for some time, stiff as a poker, he had backed his sleek horses, step by step, until they reached a spot where the street widened a little, though the difference was imperceptible to any other eyes than those of an accomplished coachman.
A whole pack of ragged children swarmed about the carriage, and did all they could to upset the composure of the sleek steeds. But the spirit of the immovable one was in them.
