she was there, Huldah did not mind that.  She loved watching the people coming in and making their purchases; it was all so lively and new and interesting.  The shopkeeper, who had seen her come there with Miss Carew, and had heard about her basket-making, was nice and friendly too.  He seemed to take quite an interest in her work, and promised to get her some orders if he could, so that altogether Huldah came out of that shop feeling extremely happy, and not in the least sorry that she had had to come.

“I feel almost too happy,” she was saying to herself, as she stepped out into the street, where the setting sun was flooding the place with radiance, a dazzling, rosy radiance that shone right in Huldah’s eyes, and blinded her to all about her.

“It is all so lovely,” she added, “it seems as if it can’t be true, as if I can’t be really me”—­a sudden sharp, excited barking on the part of Dick made her turn quickly.  She turned her back to the sun, and the dazzle went out of her eyes, and with it the sunshine from her life,—­or so it seemed to her,—­for there, drawn up by the opposite pavement was her uncle’s van, and old Charlie! and, as Huldah knew, the owners themselves would not be far off!

Dick had recognised Charlie—­that was the meaning of his excitement, and therein lay the greatest danger, for he was barking and leaping about the old horse in such delight that everyone’s attention was attracted, and it was only a question as to how soon he would attract Uncle Tom’s attention too.  Huldah’s own heart yearned to go over and speak to the dear old horse, but her fears were stronger.  She felt half paralysed with terror, and for a moment her wits so forsook her that she did not know what to do.  Then inspiration came to her, and she turned and hurried away as fast as her feet could carry her.  She did not run, she was trembling too much for that, she dared not whistle for Dick, for that would have called attention to them both.  She could only walk away, and trust to his following her; but even as she went she heard a dreaded voice shout out excitedly, “Why there’s our Dick!  Dick, Dick, come here”—­but at the sound of it Dick felt the old fear in his heart leap to life, and with his old instinct to fly from his master, he dashed along the street as swiftly as his long legs could carry him, and was very quickly out of sight.  So swiftly did he race that he shot past Huldah without recognising her, and her heart beat faster with thankfulness, for the further away he got the better, and it was better for both of them that they should not be seen together.

How she got over those four long miles home Huldah never knew.  Her head swam, her legs trembled, indeed, her whole body shook with nervous dread, so that, in spite of her anxiety to get home quickly, she had to stand still many times, to quiet the beating of her heart, and get breath to go on again.

Half a mile out of the town she found Dick, running wildly backwards and forwards looking for her, and troubled and ashamed at having lost her.  She wished, though, that he had gone all the way home, for if they were followed and seen together she would be recognised instantly, and she would have no power of escape such as Dick had had.