So we flew off to our different duties.

Alice to see that the balls, hoops, and mallets were all right in numbers and colours, &c.; I to pack a large open basket with the materials for my favourite form of dissipation--an out-door tea; and the gentlemen to catch Jack and harness him into the cart.
Peals of laughter announced the setting forth of the expedition; and no wonder! Inside the dray, which was a very light and crazy old affair, was seated Alice on an empty flour-sack; by her side I crouched on an old sugar bag, one of my arms keeping tight hold of my beloved tea-basket with its jingling contents, whilst the other was desperately clutching at the side of the dray.

On a board across the front three gentlemen were perched, each wanting to drive, exactly like so many small children in a goat carriage, and like them, one holding the reins, the other the whip, and the third giving good advice.

In the shafts stood poor shaggy old Jack, looking over his blinkers as much as to say, "What do you want me to do now ?" Our good humoured and stalwart cadet Mr.U----, walked backwards, holding out a carrot and calling Jack to come and eat it.
In this extraordinary fashion we proceeded down the flat for two or three hundred yards, one carrot succeeding the other in Jack's jaws rapidly.

Mr.U---- was just beginning to say "Look here: don't you think we ought to take turns at this ?" when Jack caught sight of a creek right before him.