And he wasn't equal to getting a carriage.

His bold little mother did that.
"Here!" she cried to a man.

"Here!" Paul and Annie got behind the rest, convulsed with shamed laughter.
"How much will it be to drive to Brook Cottage ?" said Mrs.Morel.
"Two shillings." "Why, how far is it ?" "A good way." "I don't believe it," she said.
But she scrambled in.

There were eight crowded in one old seaside carriage.
"You see," said Mrs.Morel, "it's only threepence each, and if it were a tramcar--" They drove along.

Each cottage they came to, Mrs.Morel cried: "Is it this?
Now, this is it!" Everybody sat breathless.