there, and what all the people about him were doing. It was quite dark
before they started homewards, and the poor old grandfather was no longer
able to sit up in his chair, but lay helplessly at the bottom of the
cart. Even Martha was fast asleep, and leaned her head upon Stephen's
shoulder, without any regard for her new black bonnet. The cart was now
crowded with as many of the people as could get into it, who sang and
shouted along the quiet Sunday road; and, as they insisted upon stopping
at every public-house they came to, it was very late before they reached
the lane leading up to Fern's Hollow. The grandfather was half dragged
and half carried along by two of the men, followed by Stephen bearing
sleepy little Nan in his arms, and by Martha, who had wakened up in a
temper between crying and scolding. The long, strange, painful dream of
father's funeral was not over yet, and Stephen was still trying to think
in a stupid, drowsy fashion, when he fell heavily asleep on the bed
beside his grandfather.

He awoke by habit very early in the morning, and aroused himself with
a great effort against dropping asleep again. He could realize and
understand his position better now. Father was dead; and there was no
one to earn bread for them all but himself. At this thought he sprang
up instantly, though his head was aching in a manner he had never felt
before. With some difficulty he awoke Martha to get his breakfast and
put up his dinner in a basket which he carried with him to the pit. She
also complained bitterly of her head aching, and moved about with a
listlessness very different to her usual activity. 'I only wish I knew
what was right,' said Stephen to himself; 'they told us we ought to show
respect for father, but I don't think he'd like this. Perhaps if I could
read the Bible all through, that would tell me everything.'

This thought reminded Stephen that he had promised his father to read his