s all, I'll let you into a secret,
though you won't believe it. Thirteen year of temper in a Palace would
try the worst of you, but thirteen year of temper in a Cart would try the
best of you. You are kept so very close to it in a cart, you see.
There's thousands of couples among you getting on like sweet ile upon a
whetstone in houses five and six pairs of stairs high, that would go to
the Divorce Court in a cart. Whether the jolting makes it worse, I don't
undertake to decide; but in a cart it does come home to you, and stick to
you. Wiolence in a cart is _so_ wiolent, and aggrawation in a cart is
_so_ aggrawating.

We might have had such a pleasant life! A roomy cart, with the large
goods hung outside, and the bed slung underneath it when on the road, an
iron pot and a kettle, a fireplace for the cold weather, a chimney for
the smoke, a hanging-shelf and a cupboard, a dog and a horse. What more
do you want? You draw off upon a bit of turf in a green lane or by the
roadside, you hobble your old horse and turn him grazing, you light your
fire upon the ashes of the last visitors, you cook your stew, and you
wouldn't call the Emperor of France your father. But have a temper in
the cart, flinging language and the hardest goods in stock at you, and
where are you then? Put a name to your feelings.

My dog knew as well when she was on the turn as I did. Before she broke
out, he would give a howl, and bolt. How he knew it, was a mystery to
me; but the sure and certain knowledge of it would wake him up out of his
soundest sleep, and he would give a howl, and bolt. At such times I
wished I was him.

The worst of it was, we had a daughter born to us, and I love children
with all my heart. When she was in her furies she beat the child. This
got to be so shocking, as the child got to be four or five year old, that
I have many a time gone on with my whip over my shoulder, at the old
horse's head, sobbing and crying worse than ever little Sophy did. For
how could I prevent it? Such a thing is not to be tried with such a
temper--in a cart--without coming to a fight. It's in the natural size
and formation of a cart to bring it to a fight. And then the poor child
got worse terrified than before, as well as worse hurt generally, and her
mother made complaints to the next people we lighted on, and the word
went round, "Here's a wretch of a Cheap Jack been a beating his wife."

Little Sophy was such a brave child! Sh