Upon my word, the kindness of people perfectly melts
me.'
Here he caught the coachman's eye. The coachman winked. 'Remarkable fine
woman for her time of life,' said the coachman.
'I quite agree with you,' returned Tom. 'So she is.'
'Finer than many a young 'un, I mean to say,' observed the coachman.
'Eh?'
'Than many a young one,' Tom assented.
'I don't care for 'em myself when they're too young,' remarked the
coachman.
This was a matter of taste, which Tom did not feel himself called upon
to discuss.
'You'll seldom find 'em possessing correct opinions about refreshment,
for instance, when they're too young, you know,' said the coachman; 'a
woman must have arrived at maturity, before her mind's equal to coming
provided with a basket like that.'
'Perhaps you would like to know what it contains?' said Tom, smiling.
As the coachman only laughed, and as Tom was curious himself, he
unpacked it, and put the articles, one by one, upon the footboard. A
cold roast fowl, a packet of ham in slices, a crusty loaf, a piece of
cheese, a paper of biscuits, half a dozen apples, a knife, some butter,
a screw of salt, and a bottle of old sherry.
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