Jove! you ought to have seen her walk! She couldn't walk,--that was about the truth of it; and she had a miserable yelling brat in her arms.

It seemed as though she'd fall half a dozen times.

Well, while we were standing there, I saw that man coming down the street.

I didn't know him then,--somebody told me his name, afterwards.

I give you my word, sir, when he saw that woman, he stood still one minute, as though he was thunderstruck by the sight of her,--not hesitating, you know, but just amazed to see a woman looking like that,--and then he went right up to her, and took that dirty, screeching child out of her arms; and then, I'm damned if he didn't give her his arm and walk down the street with her!" Mr.Dale felt the shock of it.