There was no breeze, no wind from the sea, only a sky utterly without cloud and a world without sound.
Punctually at eleven of the morning the splendid Le Page equipage arrived at Cow Farm.

Splendid it was! A large wagonette, with a stout supercilious fellow on the box who sniffed at the healthy odours of the farm and stared haughtily at Mrs.Monk as though she should be ashamed to be alive.

The Coles had provided a small plump "jingle" with a small plump pony, their regular conveyance; the pony was Bob, and he would not go up hills unless persuaded with sugar, but Jeremy loved him and would not have ridden behind any other steed in the whole world.

How contemptuously the big black horses of the wagonette gazed down their nostrils at Bob, and how superbly Mrs.Le Page, sitting very upright under her white sunshade, greeted Mrs.Cole! "Dear Mrs.Cole.Such a hot morning, isn't it?
Lovely, of course, but so hot." "I'm afraid," Jeremy heard his mother say, "that your carriage will never get down the Rafiel Lane, Mrs.Le Page.

We hoped you'd come in the dog-cart.