It lasted for
several days, and she could not be kept from the influence of the
drinking customs of those on board. But she never quitted the side
either of her husband or Ann Holland. In New Zealand, where no one knew
the story of her past life, except Mr. Warden, it was more easy to face
the future, and to carry out the reformation begun in her. They were
poor, far poorer than she had ever expected to be, and she had harder
work than she had been accustomed to do; but such exertions were
beneficial to her. Ann Holland, as a matter of course, lived with them
in their little home, from which Mr. Chantrey was often absent while
visiting the distant portions of his large parish, which extended over
many miles. But Ann was not left to do all the drudgery of the household
unaided. Sophy Chantrey would take her share in her every duty, and
seldom sat down to sew or write unless Ann was ready to rest also. The
old want of something to do could never revisit her; the old sense of
loneliness could not come back. There was her boy to teach, and her
simple, homely neighbors to associate with.
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