I see that Dr.Hope drives carefully, but yet--You don't think we shall meet anything of the kind to-day, do you, Doctor ?" "Not a Concord coach, and certainly not a hay-wagon, for they don't make hay up here in the mountains." "Well, that is a relief.

I didn't know.

Ellen she always says, 'Mother, you're a real fidget;' but when one grows old, and has valves in the heart as I have, you never--We might meet one of those big pedler's wagons, though, and they frighten horses worse than anything.

Oh, what's that coming now?
Let us get out, Dr.Hope; pray, let us all get out." "Sit still, ma'am," said the doctor, sternly, for Mrs.Watson was wildly fumbling at the fastening of the door.

"Mary, put your arm round Mrs.
Watson, and hold her tight.