140 Turnaside Cottage.
partly over myself, partly over my dear master, and
partly out of weakness and excitement.

Tommy declared the visit to Abercwm the very
best plan that could be thought of, and one that
would make a man of me in no time. I said I
wished there was a chance of that, for I could not
see how I was going to support myself.

“Wait you,” returned Tommy. “Maybe they'll
find a plan for that too. Why, you didn’t think
yesterday to be going off so grand to the sea-side
with nothing to do but to get well. Wait you;
the rest will come, only give it its time.”

Tommy is right, thought I. What a cold-hearted,
faithless wretch Iam! God has provided every-
thing for me wonderfully, hitherto, and can I not
trust Him yet?

One very unheroic trouble that weighed upon my
mind just then was my clothes; they had grown
very shabby, and, moreover, I had grown so much
during my illness, that my arms and legs stuck out
beyond their covering in the most unseemly fashion.
I had already consulted Martha’s husband, the
tailor, on the subject, when a bundle of outgrown
clothes from Master George made both my mind
and the tailor’s task easy.

The day fixed for our journey turned out a
glorious one. I left the house-key in the charge of