"I am glad I have saved you that trouble; but Julia said you would start at two o'clock." "Well, I get off by two or three o'clock. I don't carry the mail, so I ain't so particular. What do you mean to do when you get to Boston?" "I mean to go to work." "What at?" "Anything I can find." John Lane questioned the little wanderer, and drew from him all the incidents of his past history. He seemed to feel an interest in the fortunes of his companion, and gave him much good advice on practical matters, including an insight into life in the city. "I suppose Squire Walker would give me fits, if he knew I carried you off. He was over to Rockville yesterday looking for you." "He won't find me." "I hope not, my boy; though I don't know as I should have meddled in the matter, if Julia hadn't teased me. I couldn't resist her. She is the best little girl in the world; and you are a lucky fellow to have such a friend." "I am; she is an angel;" and when Harry began to think of Julia, he could not think of anything else, and the conversation was suspended. It was a long while before either of them spoke again, and then John advised Harry to crawl into the wagon and lie down on the load. Notwithstanding his agreeable thoughts, our hero yawned now and then, and concluded to adopt the suggestion of the driver. He found a very comfortable bed on the bales, softened by heaps of mattings, which were to be used in packing the miscellaneous articles of the return freight. John Lane took things very easily; and as the horses jogged slowly along, he relieved the monotony of the journey by singing sundry old-fashioned psalm tunes, which had not then gone out of use. He was a good singer; and Harry was so pleased with the music, and so unaccustomed to the heavy jolt of the wagon, that he could not go to sleep at once. "While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around." Again and again John's full and sonorous voice rolled out these familiar lines, till Harry was fairly lulled to sleep by the harmonious measures. The angel of the Lord had come down for the fortieth time, after the manner of the ancient psalmody, and for the fortieth time Harry had thought of _his_ angel, when he dropped off to dream of the "glory that shone around." Harry slept soundly after he got a little used to the rough motion of the wagon, and it was sunrise before he woke. "Well, Harry, how do you feel now?" asked John, as he emerged from his lodging apartment. "Better; I feel as bright as a new pin. Where are we?" "We have come about twelve miles. Pretty soon we shall stop to bait the team and get some breakfast." "I have got some breakfast in my basket. Julia gave me enough to last a week. I shan't starve, at any rate." "No one would ever be hungry in this world, if everybody were like Julia. But you shall breakfast with me at the tavern." "It won't be safe--will it?"