Product Description: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. Mrs. Butler was standing with her arms leaning upon the half-door of what had been her shop, a large brick-floored apartment, but which now only retained a counter and a large empty bow-window, as marks of its origin. The farm servant lifted me down from the gig, and told Mrs. Butler that he had brought Miss Donnelly and her box to schooL Mrs. Butler gave me a kiss, and said I was " a good little dear, and must not cry." This exhortation was needed; for, when I saw myself and my trunk standing in the street, and realized that the gig was to go home without me, I was seized with a panic, and began to cry bitterly. " Poor little lass !" said the man ; " she is beginning to face the world betimes : I don't wonder she feels lonesome. But she is well away from our house, for the master is more like a Turk than a Christian, now he is getting better." Mrs. Butler had put her hand into her pocket during this speech, and now drew out a silver sixpence, which she gave the man. He touchedhis hat, and drove off; and I felt as if all the world had turned its back upon me when Michael and the old yellow gig were out of sight. Michael had always been very kind to me, and had often given me a ride up the fields when the horses came from the plough, or in the empty carts ; and once he had given me a long string of beautiful birds'-eggs ; but I did not know what a friend he had been until I came to part with him. My tears and sobs became more and more violent as I lost sight of him. It was, according to Mrs. Butler's old-fashioned notions, quite natural and proper for a child to cry on leaving home to come to school. She led me through the shop into the kitchen, and placing me on a little stool, allowed me to cry in peace, whilst she looked up a piece of gingerbread to comf...