As I get older my prayers always
seem turned to praise before I've done, there's so much to be glad for."
Dick slept soundly on the old sofa, with Pat curled up at his feet, but
he woke next morning in time to light the fire and put the kettle on,
before Mrs. Grey came down. And, looking at his bright face and seeing
his handy ways, she felt almost inclined to keep Pat _and_ his master.
But after breakfast they started at once, Dick's jacket pockets stuffed
full of provisions and the threepenny bit jingling merrily against
Paddy's half-crown. But there was no chance of earning more that day,
and they had to sleep in the loose hay at the foot of a hay rick,
belonging to a distant farm.
Fortunately the wind had changed and the weather was warmer, and they
were none the worse for the camping out.
Dick was trudging manfully on a day or two afterwards, hoping to reach
the town of Weyn before nightfall, when a lumbering carrier's waggon
with a black canvas roof came jolting along, at a great rate, behind.
"Steady, there! Whoa, I say. What ails thee now? Steady!"
The big brown horse was pulling and straining at the bit and looking
very wild, while the driver tugged at the reins in a frantic attempt to
pull up, and two women passengers inside the van began to scream.
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