ofa, having exhausted the paper.
"Visiting" replied his reverence. "I must go up to old Mrs. Balcomb's and see the Joneses, and try to prevail on Phil Taggart to let his children come to Sunday school once more.
Then I have to see poor Maggie Carpenter, who is much worse again; and if I have time I shall get into the omnibus and ride out to the mills to see that girl Miss Flower mentioned to me yesterday.
"What a round!" exclaimed Chrissy.
"You will never get home to dinner at two o'moment.
She picked up and replaced the scattered apparel, folded the snowy cravats, warmed her husband's overshoes, and saw that the beautiful little communion service, presented by a lady of the parish, and consecrated to such sufferers as Maggie Carpenter, was in readiness.
Before he left the house, Mr. Ashton had forgotten both his fretfulness and its cause.
He kissed his wife, and thanked her for her trouble, and proposed that she should send for Lilly to spend the day with her, and strod