You will find me down at the carrier's.' In a quarter of an hour the lad came back, and said that Mrs.Newberry would have no objection to accommodate him, whereupon Stockdale called at the house.
It stood within a garden-hedge, and seemed to be roomy and comfortable.
He saw an elderly woman, with whom he made arrangements to come the same night, since there was no inn in the place, and he wished to house himself as soon as possible; the village being a local centre from which he was to radiate at once to the different small chapels in the neighbourhood.

He forthwith sent his luggage to Mrs.Newberry's from the carrier's, where he had taken shelter, and in the evening walked up to his temporary home.
As he now lived there, Stockdale felt it unnecessary to knock at the door; and entering quietly he had the pleasure of hearing footsteps scudding away like mice into the back quarters.

He advanced to the parlour, as the front room was called, though its stone floor was scarcely disguised by the carpet, which only over-laid the trodden areas, leaving sandy deserts under the bulging mouldings of the table-legs, playing with brass furniture.

But the room looked snug and cheerful.

The firelight shone out brightly, trembling on the knobs and handles, and lurking in great strength on the under surface of the chimney-piece.