Oh, you can pull out now, then, can you ?" "If your honor pleases, I never did pull in," the poor driver answered, being frightened at the excitement of the lord of the manor.

"My orders was, miss, to drive along the line coming on now just to Bruntsea, and keep in the middle of that same I did, and this here little wet is a haxident--a haxident of the full moon, I do assure you, and the wind coming over the sea, as you might say.

These pebbles is too round, miss, to stick to one another; you couldn't expect it of them; and sometimes the water here and there comes a-leaking like through the bottom.

I have seed it so, ever since I can remember." "I don't believe a word of it," the Major said, as we waited a little for the vehicle to drain, and I made a nosegay of the bright sea flowers.

"Tell me no lies, Sir; you belong to the West Bruntseyans, and you have driven us into a vile bog to scare me.