How she must love the ugly yellow creature, and how he loved her! and how they would feel it, if they were parted.

What a life they'd lead, if they had to go back to the van and that ill-tempered, grumbling pair! "I couldn't wish anybody any worse harm than to have to live with that fellow," he muttered to himself.

"'Tis a poor look-out for 'em, poor toads!" The thought of Huldah, and the desire not to be mixed up in the affair, sent him home and to bed, to be out of the way.

So he went to sleep, and tried to forget what he had done, and his three florins remained untouched in his pocket until morning.
In the meantime Tom Smith had made his way stealthily down the lane until he reached the little cottage.

At the gate he stopped, and peering about him, listened for a time, while he tried to plan what his first move should be.