Up with you." "All true, Harry," called back the colonel from the top of the coach (nobody alighted but the grooms--there wasn't time--) "Your mother wouldn't wait another hour and sent me for you, and Teackle said St.
George could go, and we bundled him up and brought him along and you are all going to stay a month.

No, don't wait a minute, Kate; I want to get home before dark.

One of my men will be in with the carryall and bring out your mammy and your clothes and whatever you want.

Your father is away I hear, and so nobody will miss you.

Get your heavy driving coat, my dear; I brought one of mine in for Harry--it will be cold before we get home.