pounds by the year.  It was borne on my mind that I should go to Australia from the moment I cast eyes on that paragraph in the paper.  I did not just believe everything that was in print, especially in the newspapers, even in those days; for I knew the real size of the big turnip that was grown in Mr. Henderson’s field, and it was not much more than half what the ‘Courier’ had it down for, but I felt convinced that I should inquire about this matter of free passage to Australia.  It was a providence that Miss Thomson was stopping in the house at the time, for she was a woman of by-ordinary discretion and great kindness; so I opened my mind to her, and she said I was right, and gave me a letter to the agent, who was a far-away cousin of her own, and three pounds in money forbye, to buy fitting things for the voyage; and she told me how I was to send money home for the youngsters, and wrote a line to a friend of hers that lived close to the Lowries, asking her to look whiles to see that the bairns were well and thriving.

“It is not often that I greet, Miss Jean, but Miss Thomson twice brought the tears to my eyes, first with her kindness when I left Scotland, and again with her kindness when I came back, and brought her, no the silver—­I would not shame her with giving back what had really been life and hope to myself and five orphan bairns—­but some curious birds that I had got up the country, that she sets great store by.  I told her how I had got on, and what had induced me to come back; I told her that I never could pay back my debt to her, and would not try to do it, but that if we prospered, there had been much of it her doing; and she said she admired nothing so much as my resolution and courage in going to Australia, until she admired still more my resolution and self-denial in coming back.  I do not think much of flattery, Miss Elsie—­they say it is very sweet to the young and the bonnie—­but these words of praise from a good woman like Miss Thomson made my heart swell and my eyes overflow.  You have been at Allendale, Miss Jean; you must have seen the birds in the lobby.”

Jane had been too much engrossed with her own affairs during her only visit to Miss Thomson to observe Peggy’s birds, but she drew a good omen form the coincidence of Miss Thomson’s assistance being given so frankly to two women both in distress and in doubt.

“How did you like the voyage, Peggy?” asked Jane.

“It is queer how that voyage has faded out of my mind, and yet it was a long one—­over five months; they know the road better now, and do it quicker.  I was not more than four months coming back in a bigger ship.  I mind we had a storm, and all the women on board were awful feared, and a boy was washed overboard, and there was some ill-blood between the captain and the doctor; but all that I could think on was to get to the end of the voyage, and make money to send home to the bairns.