"Well, _don't_. I would rather manage them alone.--Don't squabble, boys;
there's plenty of room for every one."

"O mother--" said Amy.

Mrs. Beauchamp still held unconsciously on to the slim black leg, but the
sudden movement of the train had jerked Amy off the seat. She clung for a
moment to the rack, but her hand slipped, and she fell headlong on to the
opposite seat, and there was a dull thud as her head crashed on to a
little wooden box.

"It's all right, darling," her mother said, and she held her close in her
comforting arms.




CHAPTER II.


Amy was a good little girl, and she tried very hard not to cry; but she
sat pressed very close to her mother's side, with her large blue eyes
full and overflowing with tears. Dick, who was very tender-hearted,
begged her to eat his toffee, which would have been comforting; but nurse
would not allow it at any price.

"No, Miss Amy," she said, "I won't hear of it--not in your pretty blue
dress. And don't lean upon your mamma; you'll wear the life out of her."