Let us both return thanks to the Almighty, who has preserved us, and, in the next place, to Mr.Little: we should both be dead but for him." Then, before he could reply, she turned to Little, and said, beseechingly, "Mr.Coventry has been the companion of my danger." "Oh, I'll do the best I can for him," said Henry, doggedly.

"Draw nearer the fire, sir." He then put some coal on the forge, and blew up an amazing fire: he also gave the hand-bellows to Mr.Coventry, and set him to blow at the small grates in the mausoleum.

He then produced a pair of woolen stockings.

"Now, Miss Carden," said he, "just step into that pew, if you please, and make a dressing-room of it." She demurred, faintly, but he insisted, and put her into the great pew, and shut her in.
"And now, please take off your shoes and stockings, and hand them over the pew to me." "Oh, Mr.Little: you are giving yourself so much trouble." "Nonsense.

Do what you are bid." He said this a little roughly.
"I'll do whatever YOU bid me," said she, meekly: and instantly took off her dripping shoes, and stockings, and handed them over the pew.