“‘There is no room,’ they said; ‘you must wait till next week’s coach takes you up;’ but she climbed on to the step, and held on at the window with both hands.
“‘My son-in-law is ill, and I must go and see him,’ she said.
“‘My good woman,’ said one, ‘I am really exceedingly sorry that your son-in-law is ill; but there is absolutely no room for you here.’
“‘You had better get down,’ said another, ‘or the wheel will catch you.’
“I got up to give her my place.
“‘Oh, no, no!’ they cried, ‘we will not allow that.’
“‘I will rather kneel,’ said one, and he crouched down at my feet; so the woman came in.
“There were nine of us in that coach, and only one showed chivalrous attention—and that was a woman to a woman.
“I shall be old and ugly, too, one day, and I shall look for men’s chivalrous help, but I shall not find it.
“The bees are very attentive to the flowers till their honey is done, and then they fly over them. I don’t know if the flowers feel grateful to the bees; they are great fools if they do.”