The train arriving at last, they all climbed into it, and then had to wait for a hot, grilling half-hour whilst the engine made up its mind that it was worth its while to take all the trouble to start off again.
"An hour late, upon my word," said Mr.Cole angrily, when at last, with a snore and a heave, and a grunt and a scream, they started.

"It's really too bad.

I shall have to complain," which, as everyone present knew, he had not the slightest intention of doing.

In Jeremy's carriage there were his father, his mother, Uncle Samuel, himself, Mary, and, of course, Hamlet.

Hamlet had never been, in a train before, and his terror at the way that the ground quivered under him was pitiful to see.