It was happy days for both of us when Sophy and me began to travel in the
cart. I at once give her the name of Sophy, to put her ever towards me
in the attitude of my own daughter. We soon made out to begin to
understand one another, through the goodness of the Heavens, when she
knowed that I meant true and kind by her. In a very little time she was
wonderful fond of me. You have no idea what it is to have anybody
wonderful fond of you, unless you have been got down and rolled upon by
the lonely feelings that I have mentioned as having once got the better
of me.
You'd have laughed--or the rewerse--it's according to your disposition--if
you could have seen me trying to teach Sophy. At first I was
helped--you'd never guess by what--milestones. I got some large
alphabets in a box, all the letters separate on bits of bone, and saying
we was going to WINDSOR, I give her those letters in that order, and then
at every milestone I showed her those same letters in that same order
again, and pointed towards the abode of royalty. Another time I give her
CART, and then chalked the same upon the cart. Another time I give her
DOCTOR MARIGOLD, and hung a corresponding inscription outside my
waistcoat. People that met us might stare a bit and laugh, but what did
_I_ care, if she caught the idea? She caught it after long patience and
trouble, and then we did begin to get on swimmingly, I believe you! At
first she was a little given to consider me the cart, and the cart the
abode of royalty, but that soon wore off.
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