And he spoke only soothing and quieting words for a while to her; and then asked if she would like to go over the boat and see the different parts of it. Ellen's joyful agreement with this proposal was only qualified by the fear of giving him trouble. But he put that entirely by. CHAPTER VIII. Leaves us in the Street. The going over the boat held them a long time, for Ellen's new friend took kind pains to explain to her whatever he thought he could make interesting; he was amused to find how far she pushed her inquiries into the how and the why of things. For the time her sorrows were almost forgotten. "What shall we do now?" said he, when they had at last gone through the whole — "would you like to go to your friends?" "I haven't any friends on board, Sir," said Ellen, with a swelling heart. "Haven't any friends on board! — what do you mean? Are you alone?" "No, Sir," said Ellen, — "not exactly alone; my father put me in the care of a lady that is going to Thirlwall; but they are strangers and not friends." "Are they _un_friends? I hope you don't think, Ellen, that strangers cannot be friends too?" "No, indeed, Sir, I don't," said Ellen, looking up with a face that was fairly brilliant with its expression of gratitude and love. But, casting it down again, she added, "But they are not my friends, Sir." "Well, then," he, said smiling, "will you come with me?" "Oh yes, Sir! if you will let me — and if I shan't be a trouble to you, Sir." "Come this way," said he, "and we'll see if we cannot find a nice place to sit down, where no one will trouble us." Such a place was found. And Ellen would have been quite satisfied though the gentleman had done no more than merely permit her to remain there, by his side; but he took out his little Bible, and read and talked to her for some time so pleasantly that neither her weariness nor the way could be thought of. When he ceased reading to her, and began to read to himself, weariness and faintness stole over her. She had had nothing to eat, and had been violently excited that day. A little while she sat in a dreamy sort of quietude — then her thoughts grew misty and the end of it was — she dropped her head against the arm of her friend, and fell fast asleep. He smiled at first, but one look at the very pale little face changed the expression of his own. He gently put his arm round her, and drew her head to a better resting-place than it had chosen. And there she slept till the dinner-bell rang. Timmins was sent out to look for her, but Timmins did not choose to meddle with the grave protector Ellen seemed to have gained; and Mrs. Dunscombe declared herself rejoiced that any other hands should have taken the charge of her.