'What's the matter, ma'am?' said the kind-hearted little woman. 'I'm afraid
you've turned faint; and how you do tremble! Let me help you in; you'd
better lie on your bed, hadn't you?'

She gave her her arm, and she and Rosalie took her inside the caravan and
laid her on her bed. But she was obliged to leave her in a minute or two,
as her little boy was climbing on the gate, and she was afraid he would
fall.

A few minutes afterwards a great noise was heard in the distance, and a
number of the village children appeared, running in front of the wild-beast
show, which was just passing through. The young woman took her little boy
in her arms, and held him up, that he might see the elephants and camels,
which were marching with stately dignity in front of the yellow vans.

When they had gone, Toby appeared with the horse, and said his master had
told him he was to start, and he would follow presently with the rest of
the waggons. The horse was soon put in the caravan, and they were just
starting, when the young woman gathered a nosegay of the lovely flowers in
her garden, and handed them to Rosalie, saying, 'Take them, and put them in
water for your mother; the sight of them maybe will do her good. You'll
learn the hymn, won't you? Good-bye, and God bless you!'

She watched them out of sight, standing at her cottage door with her child
in her arms, whilst Rosalie leaned out of the window to nod to her and
smile at her.

Then they turned a corner, and came into the main street of the village.