John blushed again as he passed close to the woman with the sad eyes; he could not tell why, but the blood mounted to the very roots of his hair, and for a moment he felt very foolish.
"I'll wake him up, Mr.Ambrose," he said, running out hatless into the summer's sun.
"Wake up, you lazy beggar!" he shouted in the ear of the sleeping Muggins, shaking him violently by the arm as he stood upon the wheel.
Muggins grunted something and smiled rather idiotically.

"It was only the young gentleman's play," he would have said.

Bless you! he did not mind being shaken and screamed at! He slowly turned his horses and brought the fly up to the door.

John walked back and stood waiting.
"Thank you," said the lady in a voice that made his heart jump, as she came out from under the porch and the vicar helped her to get in.

Then it was the turn of the little girl.
"Good-bye, my dear," said the vicar kindly as he took her hand.
"Good-bye," said the child.