I assure you she can do sixteen miles an hour, and keep one's hands full all the time.

Just see how she pulls.

Come, tot-tot-tot! You are not in a hurry, Monsieur l'Abbe, I hope.

Let us return through the wood; the fresh air will do you good.

Oh! Monsieur l'Abbe, if you only knew what a regard I have for you, and respect, too.