past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console
them. The little souls were comforting each other with better
thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever
pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk;
and, while I sobbed and listened, I could not help wishing we were
all there safe together.



CHAPTER VI



MR. HINDLEY came home to the funeral; and - a thing that amazed us,
and set the neighbours gossiping right and left - he brought a wife
with him. What she was, and where she was born, he never informed
us: probably, she had neither money nor name to recommend her, or
he would scarcely have kept the union from his father.

She was not one that would have disturbed the house much on her own
account. Every object she saw, the moment she crossed the
threshold, appeared to delight her; and every circumstance that
took place about her: except the preparing for the burial, and the
presence of the mourners. I thought she was half silly, from her
behaviour while that went on: she ran into her chamber, and made
me come with her, though I should have been dressing the children:
and there she sat shivering and clasping her hands, and asking
repeatedly - 'Are they gone yet?' Then she began describing with
hysterical emotion the effect it produced on her to see black; and
started, and trembled, and, at last, fell a-weeping - and when I