spectable, middle-aged woman entered, leading
little Harry, dressed in girl's clothes.

"What a pretty girl he makes," said Eliza, turning him round. "We call
him Harriet, you see;--don't the name come nicely?"

The child stood gravely regarding his mother in her new and strange
attire, observing a profound silence, and occasionally drawing deep
sighs, and peeping at her from under his dark curls.

"Does Harry know mamma?" said Eliza, stretching her hands toward him.

The child clung shyly to the woman.

"Come Eliza, why do you try to coax him, when you know that he has got
to be kept away from you?"

"I know it's foolish," said Eliza; "yet, I can't bear to have him turn
away from me. But come,--where's my cloak? Here,--how is it men put on
cloaks, George?"

"You must wear it so," said her husband, throwing it over his shoulders.

"So, then," said Eliza, imitating the motion,--"and I must stamp, and
take long steps, and try to look saucy."

"Don't exert yourself," said George. "There is, now and then, a
modest young man; and I think it would be easier for you to act that
character."

"And these gloves! mercy upon us!" said Eliza; "why, my hands are lost
in them."

"I advise you to keep them on pretty strictly," said George. "Your
slender paw might bring us all out. Now, Mrs. Smyth, you are to go under
our charge, and be our aunty,--you mind."

"I've heard," said Mrs. Smyth, "that there have been men down, warning
all the packet captains against a man and woman, with a little boy."

"They have!" said George. "Well, if we see any such people, we can tell
them."

A hack now drove to the door, and the friendly family who had received
the fugitives crowded around them with farewell greetings.

The disguises the party had assumed were in accordance with the hints
of Tom Loker. Mrs. Smyth, a respectable woman from the settlement in
Canada, whither they were fleeing, being fortunately about crossing the
lake to return thither, had consented to appear as the aunt of little
Harry; and, in order to attach him to her, he had been allowed to
remain, the two last days, under her sole charge; and an extra amount
of petting, jointed to an indefinite amount of seed-cakes and candy, had
cemented a very close attachment on the part of the young gentleman.

The hack drove to the wharf. The two young men, as they appeared, walked
up the plank into the boat, Eliza gallantly giving her arm to Mrs.
Smyth, and George attendi