"I'll give you two. I have not got much money, but I'll certainly give you two shillings if you'll help me now. I have got a little baby here--a dear little baby, but she's rather heavy. I am running away with her to revenge myself on somebody. I don't mind telling you that, for you look like an outlaw yourself, and you'll sympathize with me. I want you to carry baby for me, and to take us both to the nearest town. Do you hear? Will you do it?" "Sure-_ly_," said the man, favoring Flower with a long, peculiar glance. "Well, here's baby; you must be very careful of her. I'll give you _three_ shillings after you have taken her and me to the nearest town; and if you are really kind, and walk quickly, and take us to a nice restaurant where I can have a good dinner--for I am awfully hungry--you shall have something to eat yourself as well. Now walk on in front of me, please, and don't waste any more time, for it would be dreadful if we were discovered." The man shambled on at once in front of Flower; his strong arms supported little Pearl comfortably, and she slumbered on in an unbroken dream. The bright sunlight had now faded, the short October day was drawing in, the glory and heat of the morning had long departed, and Flower, whose green cloth dress was very light in texture, felt herself shivering in the sudden cold. "Are you certain you are going to the nearest town?" she called out to the man. "Sure-_ly_," he responded back to her. He was stepping along at a swinging pace, and Flower was very tired, and found it difficult to keep up with him. Having begged of him so emphatically to hurry, she did not like to ask him now to moderate his steps. To keep up with him at all she had almost to run; and she was now not only hungry, cold, and tired, but the constant quick motion took her breath away. They had left the border of the moor, and were now in the middle of a most desolate piece of country. As Flower looked around her she shivered with the first real sensation of loneliness she had ever known. The moor seemed to fill the whole horizon. Desolate moor and lowering sky--there seemed to be nothing else in all the world. "Where is the nearest town?" she gasped at last. "Oh, what a long, long way off it is!" "It's miles away!" said the man, suddenly stopping and turning round fiercely upon her; "but ef you're hungry, there's a hut yer to the left where my mother lives. She'll give you a bit of supper and a rest, ef so be as you can pay her well." "Oh, yes, I can pay her," responded Flower. The thought of any shelter or any food was grateful to the fastidious girl now. "I am very hungry and very tired," she said. "I will gladly rest in your mother's cottage. Where is it?" "I said as it wor a hut. There are two dawgs there: be you afeard?" "Of _dogs_? I am not afraid of anything!" said Flower, curling her short lip disdainfully.