g of a linch-pin no
easy matter; it was, however, less difficult than the fabrication of a
pony-shoe; my work, indeed, was much facilitated by my having another pin
to look at. In about three-quarters of an hour I had succeeded tolerably
well, and had produced a linch-pin which I thought would serve. During
all this time, notwithstanding the noise which I was making, the
postillion never showed his face. His non-appearance at first alarmed
me: I was afraid he might be dead, but, on looking into the tent, I found
him still buried in the soundest sleep. "He must surely be descended
from one of the seven sleepers," said I, as I turned away and resumed my
work. My work finished, I took a little oil, leather, and sand, and
polished the pin as well as I could; then, summoning Belle, we both went
to the chaise, where, with her assistance, I put on the wheel. The linch-
pin which I had made fitted its place very well, and having replaced the
other, I gazed at the chaise for some time with my heart full of that
satisfaction which results from the consciousness of having achieved a
great action; then, after looking at Belle in the hope of obtaining a
compliment from her lips, which did not come, I returned to the dingle,
without saying a word, followed by her. Belle set about making
preparations for breakfast; and I, taking the kettle, went and filled it
at the spring. Having hung it over the fire, I went to the tent in which
the postillion was still sleeping, and called upon him to arise. He
awoke with a start, and stared around him at first with the utmost
surprise, not unmixed, I could observe, with a certain degree of fear. At
last, looking in my face, he appeared to recollect himself. "I had quite
forgot," said he, as he got up, "where I was, and all that happened
yesterday. However, I remember now the whole affair, thunderstorm,
thunder-bolt, frightened horses, and all your kindness. Come, I must see
after my coach and horses; I hope we shall be able to repair the damage."
"The damage is already quite repaired," said I, "as you will see, if you
come to the field above." "You don't say so," said the postillion,
coming out of the tent; "well, I am mightily beholden to you. Good
morning, young gentlewoman," said he, addressing Belle, who, having
finished her preparations, was seated near the fire. "Good morning,
young man," said Belle: "I suppose you would be glad of some breakfast;
however, you must wait a littl