In reference to Miss Slowboy’s ascent into the cart, if I might be allowed to mention a young lady’s legs, on any terms, I would observe of her that there was a fatality about hers which rendered them singularly liable to be grazed; and that she never effected the smallest ascent or descent without recording the circumstance upon them with a notch, as Robinson Crusoe marked the days upon his wooden calendar.  But as this might be considered ungenteel, I’ll think of it—­merely observing that when the three were all safely settled in the cart, and the basket containing the Veal-and-Ham Pie and other delicacies, which Mrs. Peerybingle always carried when she visited the blind girl, was stowed away, they jogged on for some little time in silence.

But not for long, for everybody on the road had something to say to the occupants of John Peerybingle’s cart, and sometimes passengers on foot, or horseback, plodded on a little way beside the cart, for the express purpose of having a chat.  Then, too, the packages and parcels for the errand cart were numerous, and there were many stoppages to take them in and give them out, which was not the least interesting part of the journey.

Of all the little incidents of the day, Dot was the amused and open-eyed spectatress from her chair in the cart; making a charming little portrait as she sat there, looking on.  And this delighted John the Carrier beyond measure.

The trip was a little foggy, to be sure, in the January weather, and was raw and cold.  But who cared for such trifles!  Not Dot, decidedly.  Not Tilly Slowboy, for she deemed sitting in a cart on any terms, to be the highest point of human joy; the crowning circumstance of earthly hopes.  Not the baby, I’ll be sworn; for it’s not in baby nature to be warmer or more sound asleep than that blessed young Peerybingle was all the way.

In one place there was a mound of weeds burning, and they watched the fire until, in consequence, as she observed, of the smoke “getting up her nose,” Miss Slowboy choked—­she could do anything of that sort on the smallest provocation—­and woke the baby, who wouldn’t go to sleep again.

But, at that moment they came in sight of the blind girl’s home, where she was waiting with keen anticipation to receive them.

Bertha had other visitors as well that day, and the picnic dinner proceeded in a very stately and dignified manner.  Miss Slowboy was isolated, for the time being, from every article of furniture but the chair she sat on, that she might have nothing else to knock the baby’s head against, and sat staring about her in unspeakable delight.  To her the day was all too short, and when that evening John Peerybingle making his return trip, called to take them home, Miss Slowboy’s regret was intense.

As long as her little mistress smiled, Tilly’s face too was wreathed in smiles; but when a hidden shadow darkened the Perrybingle sky, overclouding the happiness of the little home, and Dot cried all night, Tilly’s eyes were red and swollen too, the next morning.