His lecture did well, and he put a considerable sum of money in his pocket, feeling very happy about it.

As he was driving in a chaise to another town, he came to a lonely bit of road, late in the afternoon, and was just thinking what a good place it was for robbers when he saw a bad-looking man come out of the woods in front of him and go slowly along as if waiting till he came up.

The thought of the money made Grandfather rather anxious, and at first he had a mind to turn round and drive away.

But the horse was tired, and then he did not like to suspect the man, so he kept on, and when he got nearer and saw how poor and sick and ragged the stranger looked, his heart reproached him, and stopping, he said in a kind voice, "'My friend, you look tired; let me give you a lift.' The man seemed surprised, hesitated a minute, and then got in.

He did not seem inclined to talk, but Grandfather kept on in his wise, cheerful way, speaking of what a hard year it had been, how much the poor had suffered, and how difficult it was to get on sometimes.