Her arm was hooked round the back of the seat, and her head rested against John's great-coat, which he had fixed up in such a way as to make a pillow.

"Where are we ?" she asked, waking up with a start as the cart stopped.

"I have had such a bad dream! I dreamt that I was travelling through life, and that suddenly everything stopped, and I was dead." "I don't wonder at it," laughed John; "the road for the last ten miles has been as rough as anybody's life.

We are at the hotel.

Here are the boys to take the horses," and he clambered stiffly out of the cart and helped or rather lifted her down, for she was almost too cramped to move.
Standing at the inn-door, holding a light above her head, they found a pleasant-looking Englishwoman, who welcomed them heartily.
"Frank Muller was here three hours ago, and told me to expect you," she said; "and very glad I am to see an English face again, I can tell you.
My name is Gooch.