By nine o'clock all was ready, my wife was comfortably secured upon a
sofa lashed to the tailboard of the van, the baby was accommodated
with an impromptu cot on the keyboard of the piano, and the
five-year-old also had a place for her little chair. So we started off
for our new home facing the twelve miles between us and that distant
suburb without misgivings, though it was certainly anything but a
picnic for the horse. I do not recall how many times we halted, only I
know that but few of them involved the spending of money, that being as
usual a very limited quantity with me. But at five o'clock the weary
trudge was over, and with fresh energy we tackled the task of getting
the chattels indoors. With such good will did we both work that by six
all was over, and the hard-working carman, apparently satisfied with
my moderate tip of a shilling, and sixteen and six for the hire of the
vehicle, departed and left me to the tackling of my biggest task of the
day.
I felt as if I would much rather lie down and rest, but it is
astonishing what you can do when you must, and finding fresh energy
somewhere I soon had the helpless wife and children fairly comfortable,
with a bit of fire in a bedroom. While thus engaged I was drawn to the
window by a tremendous crash of thunder and flash of lightning, and
there, outside one of the opposite houses, was ranged on the pavement
nearly the whole of a family's furniture exposed to the full fury of a
torrent of rain. Indeed it was pitiful, and my discontent at the heavy
task before me was changed into great gratitude when I realised what I
had escaped from by only a few minutes.
I went back to my work with a good heart, and before midnight, when
dead beat, I crawled into bed and fell at once into a sleep so sound
that even the heavenly artillery failed to disturb me, I had reduced
my new abode to something like order. I was up again at 5.30, having
ever been able, no matter how weary, to rise at any time necessary,
and after another hour's work at straightening things out, sallied
forth to find someone who would come and help my helpless ones during
my absence. This I fortunately succeeded in doing in time, and at 7.30
I was on my way to the office looking forward to a good rest for my
muscles all day, even if my brain would certainly be superlatively
active.
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