“And do you wish me to go with you?” said I, seeing that he left something unsaid.

“If you could do me that kind favour, Mas’r Davy,” he replied. “I know the sight on you would cheer ’em up a bit.”

My little Dora being in good spirits, and very desirous that I should go⁠—as I found on talking it over with her⁠—I readily pledged myself to accompany him in accordance with his wish. Next morning, consequently, we were on the Yarmouth coach, and again travelling over the old ground.