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FRANCES BEAUMONT.
CHAPTER III.
Poor little Edith was the only one to whom the journey gave any pleasure. But to one whose chief source of enjoyment was in what she saw, the coaches, the moving fields, and hedges, the various towns through which they passed, were constant amusement.
The smile with which, at every new object, she sought her sister's eye, was Fanny's only consolation. She was thankful, too, that there was no one but themselves in the coach, so that Mrs. Beaumont's complainings reached no ear but her own.
The high road did not pass within some three miles of the secluded village, which was
