The rest of their simple wardrobe had gone in boxes, with the furniture, by sailing vessel, to a city which was within three hours by rail of their new home.

This was the feature of the situation which poor Mrs.Carr could not accept.

In the bottom of her heart, she fully believed that they would never again see one of those boxes.

The contents of some which she had herself packed were of a most motley description.

In the beginning of the breaking up, while Mercy was at her wits' end, with the unwonted perplexities of packing the whole belongings of a house, her mother had tormented her incessantly by bringing to her every few minutes some utterly incongruous and frequently worthless article, and begging her to put it in at once, whatever she might be packing.