Marjorie jumped up. "Let me carry the bundle down to the road for you," she said.
"Oh, it's too heavy for you,' said the woman.
"Indeed it isn't," said Marjorie. "Just let me take it and you take the kiddie's hand for a little way," and Marjorie shouldered the bundle and started down the path.
"How good you are," said the woman, stretching her arms and sighing with relief. "You see, I've carried it for more than a mile; but I thought that if I could just get down to the road with it, perhaps some one would give us a lift and then we'd be all right."
When they reached the road, the woman sat down on the grass, wearily; but she smiled up at Marjorie. "Now," she said, "I am quite sure that we shall get along nicely, if some one only comes along with some sort of a team."
"There comes some one, now," cried Marjorie; for down the road came a large comfortable carriage drawn by a fine, high-stepping bay horse and driven by a well-dressed man who had the whole vehicle to himself.
The woman got up quickly and took her
