Chapter 5
Small heart had Harriet for visiting. Only half an hour before
her friend called for her at Mrs. Goddard's, her evil stars had led
her to the very spot where, at that moment, a trunk, directed to
The Rev. Philip Elton, White-Hart, Bath, was to be seen under the
operation of being lifted into the butcher's cart, which was to
convey it to where the coaches past; and every thing in this world,
excepting that trunk and the direction, was consequently a
blank.
She went, however; and when they reached the farm, and she was
to be put down, at the end of the broad, neat gravel walk, which
led between espalier apple-trees to the front door, the sight of
every thing which had given her so much pleasure the autumn before,
was beginning to revive a little local agitation; and wh
