Tiza, you poor little woman, Mrs.Wheeler says you must sleep with them to-night.

Your mother will want the house very quiet, and to-morrow, you know, you can go and see Becky if the doctor says you may." At this Tiza began to cry again more piteously than ever.

It seemed so dreary and terrible to her to be shut out from home without Becky.

But Aunt Emma sat down on the grass beside her, and lifted her up and talked to her; with anybody else Tiza would have kicked and struggled, for she was a curious, passionate child, and her grief was always wild and angry, but nobody could struggle with Aunt Emma, and at last she let herself be comforted a little by the tender voice and soft caressing hand.

She stopped crying, and then they all took her up to the Wheelers's cottage, where Mrs.Wheeler, a kind motherly body, took her in, and promised that she should know everything there was to be known about Becky.
"Aunt Emma," said Milly, presently, when they were all sitting in the conservatory which ran round the house, waiting for Mr.Norton to bring them news from the farm, "how did Becky tumble under the cart ?" "She was lifting up some hay, I think, which had fallen off, and one of the men was stooping down to take it on his fork, and then she must have slipped and fallen right under the cart, just as John Backhouse told the horse to go on." "Oh, if the wheel _had_ gone over!" said Milly, shuddering.