We reached the school-house, I waiting outside while she went in. It was during that time of strike that I have told of before, when Eliza Hoar died of it. The strike was in full swing still; the men looked discontented, the women miserable, the children pinched. "I don't know what in the world Joseph will say!" cried Mrs. Todhetley, as we were walking back. "Two of the shirts are finished with the large plaits. I ought to have seen about it earlier; but I did not think they would begin them quite so soon. We'll just step into Mrs. Coney's, Johnny, as we go home. I must tell her about the christening." For Mrs. Coney was a prisoner from an attack of rheumatism. It had kept her from the festivity. She was asleep, however, when we got in: and Mr. Coney thought she had better not be disturbed, even for the news of the little grandson's christening, as she had lain awake all the past night in pain; so we left again. "Why, Johnny! who's that?" Leaning against the gate of our house, in the red light of the setting sun, was an elderly woman, dark as a gipsy. "A tramp," I whispered, noticing her poor clothes. "Do you want anything, my good woman?" asked Mrs. Todhetley. She was half kneeling in the snow, and lifted her face at the words: a sickly face, that somehow I liked now I saw it closer. Her tale was this. She had set out from her home, three miles off, to walk to Worcester, word having been sent her that her daughter, who was in service there, had met with an accident. She had not been strong of late, and a faintness came over her as she was passing the gate. But for leaning on it she must have fallen. "You should go by train: you should not walk," said Mrs. Todhetley. "I had not the money just by me, ma'am," she answered. "It 'ud cost two shillings or half-a-crown. My daughter sent word I was to take the train and she'd pay for it: but she did not send the money, and I'd not got it just handy." "You live at Islip, you say. What is your name?" "Nutt'n, ma'am," said the woman, in the local dialect. Which name I interpreted into Nutten; but Mrs. Todhetley thought she said Nutt. "I think you are telling me the truth," said the mater, some hesitation in her voice, though. "If I were assured of it I would advance you half-a-crown for the journey." "The good Lord above us knows that I'm telling it," returned the woman earnestly, turning her face full to the glow of the sun. "It's more than I could expect you to do, ma'am, and me a stranger; but I'd repay it faithfully." Well, the upshot was that she got the half-crown lent her; and I ran in for a drop of warm ale. Molly shrieked out at me for it, refusing to believe that the mistress gave any such order, and saying she was not going to warm ale for parish tramps. So I got the ale and the tin, and warmed it myself. The woman was very grateful, drank it, and disappeared.