course," said Sally. "You know there are plenty of
busy people among them who go about working, read their Bible, an' try
to make other people happy, so of course they must be happy themselves."

"That's true, Sall; but then they have many things to worry them, an'
you know _we_ haven't."

"Yes, they've many things to worry them, I suppose," rejoined Sall, with
a pensive look at the ground. "I wonder what sort of things worry them
most? It can't be dressin' up grand, an' goin' out to great parties,
an' drivin' in lovely carriages. Nobody could be worried by that, you
know."

Charlie nodded his head, and agreed with her entirely.

"Neither can it be money," resumed Sall, "for money buys everything you
want, as father says, and that can be nothin' but pleasure. If their
yam-fields went wrong, I could understand that, because even you and I
know somethin' about such worries; but, you see, they haven't got no
yam-fields. Then father says the rich ones among 'em eat an' drink
whatever they like, and as much as they like, and sleep as long as they
like, an' _we_ know that eatin' an' drinkin' an' sleepin' don't worry
us, do they, Charlie?"

Again Charlie accorded unmeasured assent to Sall's propositions.

"I can understand better," continued Sall, "how the poor ones among 'em
are worried. It must worry 'em a good deal, I should think, to see some
people with far more than they want, when they haven't got half as much
as they want; an' father says some of 'em are sometimes well-nigh
starvin'. Now, it must be a dreadful worry to starve. Just think how
funny it would feel to have nothin' to eat at all, not even a yam! Then
it must be a dreadful thing for the poor to see their child'n without
enough to eat. Yes, the poor child'n of the poor must be a worry to
'em, though the child'n of the rich never are."

At this point a wild shriek from the little child caused Sally's heart
to bound. She looked up, and beheld the fat legs of her charge fly up
as he went headlong over a precipice. Fortunately the precipice was
only three feet high, so that when Sally and Charlie ran panting to the
spot, he was already on his feet, looking much surprised, but none the
worse for his tumble.

This incident sobered the inquisitive friends, and brought them back
from fanciful to actual life. They hurried over the remainder of the
journey, and arrived at Martin's Cove just as the picnic party were
beginning dinner.

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