Just think how unhappy I should be, if he had not got you out of the water." "The water was cold and nasty," Aggie said, "and it seemed so warm and nice to my hands.

Aggie won't go near the water any more.

Of course, if the boy is with me I can go, because he won't let me tumble in.
"Shall I get into the basket now, grampa?
I is tired." "Oh, nonsense, little woman! you have not walked half a mile yet.
Anyhow, you must trot along until you get to the top of this hill, then you shall have a lift for a bit." And so, with the child sometimes walking and sometimes riding, sometimes asleep in her basket and sometimes chatting merrily to her grandfather, the pair made their way across the country towards Exeter.
There was no little talk in Sidmouth when, on the following Sunday, the showman's grandchild appeared in Mrs.Walsham's pew in church, and it became known that she had become an inmate of her house.

It was generally considered that Mrs.Walsham had let herself down greatly by taking the showman's grandchild, and one or two of the mothers of her pupils talked about taking them away.

One or two, indeed, called upon her to remonstrate personally, but they gained nothing by the step.
"I do not understand what you mean," she said quietly, "by saying that the child is not fit to associate with my other pupils.