that," Mrs. Nettley concluded.
"I'll do what you say, Mr. Landholm."

Without more words Mr. Landholm went out and left the house.

"Are Miss Haye's things all ready?" asked Mrs. Nettley of
Clam, while she nervously untied her apron.

"All's ready that _he_ has to do with," Clam answered a little
curtly.

"But has he to do with your mistress's things?"

"He has to do with everything, just now," said Clam. "I wish
the now'd last for ever!"

"How can we go to-night? -- the boats and the stages and all
don't set off so late."

"Boats don't stop near Wutsey Qutsey," said Clam.

Mrs. Nettley went off to make her own preparations.

When Mr. Landholm came again, after an interval of some
length, he came with a carriage.

"Are you ready, Mrs. Nettley?" he said looking into that
lady's quarters.

"In a little bit, Mr. Landholm! --"

Whereupon he went up-stairs.

"If you wish to go to Wut-a-qut-o, Miss Elizabeth," he said,
"my friend Mrs. Nettley will go with you and stay with you,
till you have made other arrangements. I can answer for her
kindness of heart, and unobtrusive manners, and good sense.
Would you like her for a companion?"

"I would like anybody -- that you can recommend."

"My friend Cowslip's little sloop sets sail for the
neighbourhood of Wut-a-qut-o this evening."

"Oh thank you! --Will she take us?"

"If you wish it."

"Oh thank you! --"

"Would you not be better to wait till to-morrow? -- I can make
the sloop wait."

"Oh no, let us go," said Elizabeth rising. "But your friend is
very good -- your friend who is going with me, I mean."

"Mrs. Nettley. But you need not move yet -- rest while you
can."

"Rest!" -- said Elizabeth. And tears said what words did not.

"There is only one rest," said Winthrop gravely; "and it is in
Christ's hand. 'Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy
laden, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST.'" --

Elizabeth's sobs were bitter. Her counsellor added no more
however; he left the room after a little while, and soon
returned to tell her that all was ready. She was ready too by
that time.

"But Mr. Winthrop," she said looking at him earnestly, "is
everything here so that you can leave it?"

She dared not put the whole of her meaning into words. But
Winthrop understood, and answered a quiet "yes;" and Elizabeth
lowered her veil and her head together and let him lead her to
the carriage.

A few minutes brought them to the pier at the end of which the