How do you like the new buggy, my lady?
A dandy go-cart, eh ?' He looked as pleased as a child with a new toy carriage.

The buggy was quite a smart bush turn-out--comfortable seats in front--a varnished cover, now lying back; a well behind, filled with luggage; a narrow back seat whence Cudgee--a smaller edition of Wombo--sprang down.
Cudgee, too, stared at Lady Bridget and clicked his teeth in admiration, exclaiming: 'Hullo! New feller Mithsis.' Afterwards, Lady Bridget remembered the greetings and wondered why the black boys had said: 'New feller Mithsis!' Who had been the old feller Mithsis?
she asked herself.
McKeith sternly quashed the black boys' ebullition and told them to mind their own business.

Bridget agreed that the buggy was first rate and became enthusiastic over the horses, four fairly matched and powerful roans.
'Oh! what beauties! I'd like to go and make friends with them.' He was delighted.

'Good 'uns, ain't they?
But wait and make friends when you're behind 'em.

We've twenty-five miles to do before sundown.
Got your traps fixed up?
That's right.